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@BirdboyWhen Zarroys hand was caught by Scri'erk his eye seemed to brighten with joy. He didn't see her actions as an attack because it felt like she was tickling his palm. Then to top off the stone cake with the rock cherry on top he got to listen to a symphony of noises that the golem surely felt was a song of her people.
"Not well! Broke web! Not well!"Not well? Thought Zarroy. He withdrew his hand to his side not really noticing if he drug Scri'erk who was still resisting his affection. He glanced down at the Trapmaster not noticing any wounds on her.
Strange... Can spiders get colds? He rubbed his chin in thought as a small voice came from within the ruined home.
"Ma....Ma....Master Tr..Trapmaster" Came the timid voice of the young goblin. The young goblin hopefully caught her attention distracting her away from her bumbling yet well meaning companion. The goblins of Everdark had long since used Scri'erk as a creature of worship using her when possible to get rid of their problems by evading her webs and luring their pursuers into her webs.
"The denizen here had a large food storage of meat, if it is to your liking.." The small goblin pointed towards what was once a food storage that was well packed with not just meat, but herbs, and other things.
"Zarroy and I, Ginto were sent by Isatar to look for Survivors down here. I don't know if you know Master Trapmaster, but most of Everdark is currently in ruins.."-----------
Zarroy had not be kneeling idly while this conversation was going on. He had noticed when he ran his hand down his chest a lot of ruined webbing. He had begun the process of peeling the pebble laden webbing off and applying it to the opening that had gotten them to the Slumbering Lantern. After a few minutes of work he backed away from his
creation. If it were not for the fact that Scri'erk's webbing was really strong this makeshift web (and the term is being used loosely here) probably would not have stopped a strong gust of wind. Zarroy's top arms crossed while his bottom arms rested happily on his hips proud of his work. He would have to show Scri'erk his handiwork and hopefully this would make his friend well.