Deillia nodded at your answers it was hard to see her face tucked behind the hood. The mountains wee behind you as you started your turn south. The day waned into night and you were clear of the dwarven threat. The two of you made camp within a small cropping of brush. The drider sat and while her lower half was tucked away under the cloak it became easier to talk to the non spider half. "I think a spear would suit me best. I like the reach and the precision, but I would want the shaft to be metal. I use to have magic but it was taken from me." Her voice trails off. After a quiet moment she wraps the cloak around her more. "I've have lost munch."