While Gabrielle devoted herself to a life of virtue, Agathon was not quite the pinnacle of goodly charm that she was.  Being of impressive stature, with dark hair and toned, bronzen flesh, he had known many suitors. The pleasures of the body were not unfamiliar to he, and indeed sex was a right of passage for many a man, especially those who expected to die, young and virile.However, these were unspoken and assumed things in his kingdom. A man must know how to treat his lady on this wedding night, after all.<br/><br/>Yet now, such thoughts were so distant from his mind as the oppressive weight of the night grew heavier around him. He felt those many, multi-faceted eyes watching him from the shadows as he crept on towards the gloomy, cavernous fortress.<br/><br/>He soon came to stand before an archway, completely covered in the thick, pearly strands of webbing. No amount of his sword could cut through the sticky webs. However, he crouched upon one knee and struck flint and steel. A torch's flame burst to life, orange tongues licking upwards with fresh and eager hunger. Thus, he burned his way through the entrance, and into the heart of that insidious lair.<br/><br/>He wondered of the sorceress who called it home. In his mind, she was a ghastly, appealing creature. Shriveled and hunched, ancient beyond years. He wondered if she had hideous fangs or many legs like her arachnid minions. His mind wandered, as did his feet. He felt increasingly lost within the maze of the corridors and chambers, all seemingly desolate and abandoned. He seemed to follow the path of least resistance, choosing whichever door was less protected by the silky trappings, and avoiding the scurrying of many-legged beasts in the distance. Unbeknown to him, they herded him like monstrous sphepherds, until at long last he was climbing a spiral staircase. The air grew warmed, and around the bend he caught the faint flickering of light.<br/><br/>She would hear the clanking steps of armored feet and the bobbing light of his torch long before she saw his chisled, angular features with a broad, sweeping jawline and piercing eyes through dark lashes emerge into her bedchambers, a sword grasped loosely in his other hand.<br/><br/>His eyes fell upon her, and for a moment he was shocked into stillness and silence as he gazed at the devilishly formed and sinfully garbed woman before him. He immediately hoped she was some damsel to be rescued, that he could sweep away and gallantly save. However, he knew deep inside with a sudden dread that it was not so. She was surely the Webspinner.<br/><br/>"Milady," he announced with a rigid formality, chin held high.