<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/1Gw54of.png)</div><br/>Bo nodded and gestured to her own armor which did clatter some what.  She moved close to the building but stayed a good dozen feet back from the doorway. Zerxel moved in, light on her feet, her lingerie feeling as light as ever, tight as a second skin, and allowing her to move almost as if she were naked.  She palmed the gemstones on the armor, summoning her scimitars to her hands and gripped them firmly as she entered the shadows cast by the building, blocking the setting sun from her eyeline.  Almost immediately she felt a sense of relief with the burning orb now out of sight.  Stepping up to the doorway her eyes immediately adjusted to the gloom as everything became sharper in her vision then it had been since coming to the second level of the dungeon.  This first room appeared to be some sort of office, maybe where deals were made when this warehouse was functioning?  Again everything appeared as if it had been abandoned and left to the elements for a long time.  The room was covered in cobwebs and spiderwebs in the corners, and immediately Zerxel's rogue like senses served her well.  Strung across the entrance of the doorway, at about ankle height was a thin nearly invisible line of spider silk.  She stepped over it, being well aware of how spiders could sense vibrations in their webs.  She heard a slight noise behind her and saw Bo anxiously watching.  She made a calming 'stay' motion with her hand.  Of course Bo wouldn't understand the drow hand speak, but the gesture was pretty simple and the dwarf seemed ready but still held position.<br/><br/>Zerxel moved inwards, stepping carefully and ducking around spun lines of webbing, moving with the grace and silence that her race was famous for.  Her nightvision began to build strength the further and further she got from the dim light filtering in through the door.  She spotted in the darkness another door, leading in deeper to the warehouse.  'Probably the storage area,' she thought silently to herself.  No reason not to continue, things were going well so far.  Still moving with a graceful fluidity that came from years of honing her body, she moved silently towards and then through the door.<br/><br/>What she saw was actually rather impressive and couldn't help but make her think of home.  The drow fascination with spiders, in their architecture, their art, their lives, certainly any drow watching at home right now would appreciate what the eyebots were seeing.  A grand cavernous warehouse filled with old boxes and indistinct shapes, and almost every surface covered with millions if not billions of strands of webbing.  Everywhere she looked she saw a beautiful riot of webbing stretching in every direction and on every surface.  There was chaos, and yet a uniformity in that chaos, in the webbing and it created layer upon layer, gossamer walls, silken floors no wider than one of the hairs on her head.  Then there was the sound, it was a sound she was familiar with, the soft skittering of arachnid leggings.  No, it wasn't quite that, it was similar and there was a reason why she thought it was such.  For she spotted the source of the noise, spiderlings.<br/><br/>Several, at least four that she could see, were spread out among the webs  With the bodies of women, and spider bodies extending either from their backs or joined where their hips were, the spiderlings seemed unaware of her presence at the moment.  Zerxel felt a moment of awe, unbidden and due to her upbringing as a drow, at the creatures.  They were both beautiful and horrifying at the same time, elegant and monstrous.  When they opened their mouths that strange skittering noise sounded, and she realized they were speaking to each other.  But it was a slow relaxed sound and the way the spiderlings simply lounged, one swinging in a hammock made of webbing, told her that she was still undetected.<br/><br/>Zerxel looked around but saw no obvious signs of ambush, but also nothing else of interest.  She was at an impasse, if she went forwards there was no avoiding stepping on webbing and alerting the spiderlings, but she hadn't really learned much.  Trusting her instincts she slapped her scimitars to the gems on her lingerie and stored them in that extra-dimensional space.  Standing up straight she took a breath, wondering if this was a wise move.  Spideringlings were supposed to be fairly non aggressive, but she had her back to the open door, and she thought she could probably flee if needed.  Then with nothing else to do she called out,<em>"Greetings."</em><br/><br/>It was almost amusing watching the spiderlings react with surprise as they skittered about, righting themselves and orienting themselves on the doorway.  Though after a few moments of looking at Zerxel, an unarmed drow, they seemed to almost visibly relax.  One seperated from the group and moved slowly towards her.<strong>"Greetings contestant, it's nice to see someone enter our lair unafraid.  Have you come to barter with us?  What is it you seek, information, wealth, magic, weapons, or maybe you,"</strong>she licked her lips,<strong>"want to indulge your drow heritage and find out how pleasurable the spiders kiss can be?"</strong>