She saw them, just a snicker on her face, a smirk upon her lips. It was exactly what she thought, what she assumed the justification behind why the man had wanted her to be there. They wanted her help. The spirits sought someone of power, someone who come influence and secure something for them. The man was repsected, but he was old. He lacked strength, he lacked the ability to carry out anything, any sort of request like that of what they may have wanted.
But Astrid was a different story. She had the power, she commanded respect, and that was the key point. They would trust her, they would believe her. She was not like the rest of them that simply existed. A normal person whom would approach them, there was no reason to think they would be trustworthy. But Astrid was not trustworthy either, but she was respected and that carried enough weight to justify putting their trust within.
And so the request came, to the destroy the statues, set up by an occulist at some point during Iblis’ time as Phantom Lord Guild Master. A request on behalf of a corrupt official that feared that the spirits would interfere in the matters that he were involved with. So a quick solution, one that sealed the spirits away. Remove the statues, allow the spirits to rest, and they would be grateful for the aid. There was no reason for her not to agree, as even as spirits, there were those who believed in the power of the ancient forces of the city. It was enough for her.
It was not hard, hardly a difficult matter, nor one that she had much to worry towards in terms of the risk. They fell, one by one, to the point that there was nothing more for her to be worried towards, nothing more than an easy matter handled, just as she wanted it to have been. The spirits, they approved, thanking her as they disappeared away, Astrid grateful to have been helpful, but more grateful that the old man now was no doubt in debt to her for this favor.
1596/1500 (-40% | -20% Sia & Noir | -20 Symbiotic Fleshweave)