[PQ] From the Ashes, part 1

While Caiside had been getting ready for his day, after he had decided to come help Jiganos project, he had though specifically about bringing a pair of gloves. He hasn’t known exactly what the work would consist of, and somehow, that small kernel of uncertainty had caused him to decide against gloves. It was something he was paying for now, sharp pieces of rock and splinters of wood alike biting into his hands. The break of braiding Melita’s hair was a welcome respite, the speed of his fingers making it clear he had some experience working with curls. The townsdolj, people he’d never let, or at mor spoken with in passing, offered advice, Caiside first response to them his nose up. This was not work he was used to though, and judging by the ‘repaired’ look of... well, everything in town, there were people who knew what they were doing. Some pointers couldn’t hurt more than what he’d already done to himself. Some of them did improve his efficiency, while reducing the number of injuries he received. Melita seemed to have found the cart she was looking for, Caiside changing his strategy and helping her to load ir, the exertion not leaving much room for friendly conversation, though it was clear when Melita turned towards him there was a question on her lips. Unfortunately, he words were drowned out by a sudden shout, Caisides attention immediately somewhere over her shoulder, in the direction of the commotion. Even from the distance they were at, Caiside could see the red horrors swarming from the ground, their effect immediate on the people around them. Instead of doing the sensible thing though, he stepped closer, looking around for some kind of jar. All he found was a glass candle holder, but it would be enough to trap at least a few of the little things. If they were poisonous, a sample would be needed for an antidote, and I’d they weren’t, they could make a good subject for his bestiary. Trapping the spider was always the tricky part, and it was made more difficult here by the swift anger of them. Fsnghorn made the process much simple rn though, the plant creature going after the larger clumps and more aggressive spiders and leaving the stranglers for Caiside to trap. Once he had what he needed, he stepped back, trying to pull people back with him and help them to remove spiders from their bodies. Caiside I have never been allowed to be Holy, I have never been forgiven for Wanting;