The two spiders turned to each other.<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Old Realm</div><div class="spoiler_body">"I will stay and answer your questions."</div></div>The rightmost spider moved forward while the other moved to begin preparations. Essence-laden webbing wraps around the fallen Crowned Sun. A stately three-part dirge unlike any heard before said their farewells to the party as the funeral procession fell back to the forest's edge, fading from view with essence-aided camouflage. Once they were gone, the spider ends his portion of the original work and scuttles around to face the group.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Old Realm</div><div class="spoiler_body">"I am needed to be a part of his farewell, can we make this fast? Medioly, Binder of Seven Hearts, The Faultline Between Greatest Enemies, Quicksilver Falcon was overseeing the packing of their gains and the victory celebration and funeral pyre for those lost here. He was depleted of power having used all he could to protect those that did survive. He and his son were hit the hardest, taking up arms in defense of the others. Nine and Forty-four men came down on six. Nine I say separately, because they were essence benders as most of you. Three and fifteen carted away your future property. As for the The Pulse of the East her defenses were survived, not conquered. She defends herself as she did when yesterday dawned."</div></div>The spider chittered in clipped, terse sequence. Agitation caused the spider to shift from left to right.