Role

Chapter 7

After that it was just a blur. Flashes of memory. Their smiles at his
return, the shocked looks on their faces, the blood. Following the sound
of skittering in his skull to daylight.

After that there were more dark deeds. A bed, bloodstains on the walls,
the sound of a human child cut short. Other things, even worse, but
always ensconced in that ruby glow.

After that, a gnome, resting at his altar. Shaking him awake, tripping
him, cutting him, the spider's skittering quieted for a moment. What was
that?

After that, things taken, fed to the Noldarian's forge, again, the spider
quieted each time the veil thickened a hair. Perhaps we were on to
something.

The Smith spoke, a pledge was made, the spider quieted further.