Araña ignored his bristling and fighting, merely laughing at his demand to release him. Her silk was strong, strong enough to hold down a thrashing bear. A man was no problem. The bonds would hold until she released him, or her life ended, and her servants reported this one alone. He was helpless, and there was no one to save him.<br/><br/>"Pitiful you say?" she mocked. "Yet you stood there, watering at the mouth. Save me your lies, knight, or I shall cut out your tongue and find a better use of it."<br/><br/>The knight was built strong, as a knight should be. He gave her web quite a lot to hold on to as he viciously fought against it. Even when it pulled his limbs taught, he found the strength to create slack. His features were fine and noble; he was quite handsome, as many warriors were. Some still held true to the old laws of chastity and loyalty, but more often than not, they strayed to a more lavish lifestyle simply because they could. Araña wouldn't be surprised, handsome as he was, that he was the latter case.<br/><br/>Was he of Erias, come to slay Molurene's sorceress? No, the two lands may have never saw eye to eye, and had even fought in years past, but had since come to an agreement of sorts. Then was he of Molurene, a knight who discovered her treachery against the king? That seemed more likely, but surely the powerful kingdom would have sent an army to kill the one who threatened them, and not one foolish knight.<br/><br/>Rather than throw him in the dungeon, cocooned in web for her servants to feast upon, Araña drew close to him, standing prominently on her dagger heels. He was tall, but her current posture almost matched his height. She lifted a hand to his face, gently caressing the side of it with the back of her hand. The air around them shuddered as the weight of her magical essence bore down on him. A deep, almost inaudible rumble filled the chamber, like distant thunder, only closer. She could feel it reverberate in her chest as it covered the room like a thick, suffocating blanket. Her dull red eyes swam with a hidden light as she directed her gaze deep into his.<br/><br/>"I, Araña the Webspinner command you: who are you, and from where do you hail?"