Belial’s wings suddenly spread open, as if she were prepared to confront whoever dared approach her. Slowly, her stiffened wings lowered as she saw who was approaching her and her campfire.

It appeared to be some form of blobby being that spoke with a female voice. They didn’t seem like much of a threat.

She scoffed a little, returning her gaze to the fire. “…what do you want?” she finally asked.

Marie stepped back when those wings unfurled. She didn’t want any kind of confrontation, and she doubted her chances against someone this big anyway.

When the other relaxed, she cleared her throat.

“…Erm, I’m a l-little lost…” she said, moving forward a little. “…Is there any ch-chance y-you could tell m-me where I am…?”