<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Arachne, the White Recluse, Oracle of Lolth</strong> (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=441080)</span><br/><strong>HP:</strong>171/171<br/><strong>AC:</strong>35 (flat 20, touch 25)<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Normal, Nude (Unarmoured, Jewelry)<br/><strong>Effects:</strong>None<br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"Tempting."</span></strong>Arachne remarked while her gaze remained on the Chosen.<strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"Very tempting. A couple vials of liquid pain extracted from one the Dark Queen holds dear, given freely no less. Shall I let on of my shrine maidens fetch one of the pain extractors from the fain?"</span></strong>. Arachne waited amused with arms crossed over her chest to see how Kel'Afien reacted to her twisting of his words.