<strong>First Daughter's Suite Bedroom / 8:00 / -</strong><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/70/Arachnomancer_Istrath.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Istrath</span><br/>HP: 57/57<br/>AC: 18 (flat 17, touch 13)<br/>Status: Normal<br/>Effects: -<br/><hr/><br/>Istrath awoke, so to speak, earlier than most. Her mind was more focused on the inhabitants of her room than anyone outside of it, or even in the city below. She sat on the sill of the window cut from the outside wall. She watched a tiny spider make its way around her wrist, for the second time, preparing its way to drop down, cross to her chest, and begin its web. She hadn't dressed, yet, her equipment all set out on her bed, neatly waiting for her. Her room was considerably more densely inhabited than any of the others in the house. Spiders of every variety she'd ever come across, that were small enough to keep, dwelt in alcoves carved into an interior wall. The larger ones had boxes, and jars set out under, and on top of every surface of the room. It made the place seem somewhat cluttered, but Istrath didn't care about that, what she cared about was her work.<br/><br/>The spiders of the room emerged slowly, waking on her schedule, and moving out across all the surfaces of the room, keeping to their families whether by actual relation, or by resemblance, webs stretched between every available surface, though with most of the space left clear for Istrath and the doorways, the creatures all well trained by her near-constant attention.<br/><br/>The window was left ever so slightly ajar, and Istrath looked down at the spider now making its way back to wrist across the tenuous little fiber it had stretched across the distance to her chest.<br/><br/>"Do you smell something burning dear?" she asked.<br/>