Now that was exactly what she was looking for. A free ended trade. She leaned back, relaxing back against the trunk with a satisfied look. With a flick of her finger, she undid the spell, letting the pitiful creature rise to its tiny legs.
Dusting the dirt off of its robes with a deep frown, the Shagird started, "Now you know that I can only do so much." It paused, narrowing its eyes at her in accusation before continuing, "Your existence here is an anomaly, just like-"
"His existence in this timeline. I know." She said, interrupting the heavenly being. "I've had the talk already." Waving her hand dismissively at the confused creature, she asked, "Now tell me, who is the lord of this manor?"
The Shagird thought, its childlike features softly reflecting the centuries of its life if only for a second or two, before replying, "He goes by the name Caliban."
"I know that," Luna said, rolling her eyes at it. "I'm asking something else."
