She looked very concerned as she listened to the squirrel, bending down as she drew slowly, carefully drew a symbol on the ground, though her eyes were on the other; she had to listen closely. It could have been very important information... an immortal fire god.
Athanaesia's eyes widened slightly at that. That sounded more than a little familiar; while traveling, she had come across a nest, the air around it so hot as though she were standing near a fire, and there were a few fissures in the Brisban Wilds... creatures of fire that had come from them, that needed only oxygen to live.
And the mention of immortality... Zhaitan came to mind. Zhaitan, and his legions of undead, from all races (sans the sylvari) alike. The undead rose and rose again, thanks to Zhaitan's corruption...
"Iblis sounds like a destroyer," she said suddenly, voice now uncharacteristically serious. "They're little creatures made of rock and fire, and some can even fly. They summon flames like Elementalists can, burning the ground and those standing on it."
By now, she had finished drawing the symbol on the ground; standing up, she made an exaggerated gesture with her hands, small black and green clouds surrounding her hands--
--and then a golem made of flesh and bone was assembled, barely recognizable as any sort of life form at all; no doubt it would look suspicious, but that didn't register at all in the girl's head. It was perfectly normal to her! Besides, it was better to be safe out here; there were always surprises to be found.
"...do you know if something, or someone, created this Iblis? Most of the more hostile life on Tyria was made by the elder dragons; Zhaitan corrupted the living and turned them undead; Kralkatorrik, the branded... Primordus created the destroyers! And Iblis definitely sounds like a higher being of the destroyers, a lieutenant, maybe? If you destroy the being that created them, you could probably nip the problem right in the bud that way!"
