She'd been meaning to come and visit Danta-dearest's den of iniquity, so picking up a spare critter for Torchline's anti-void campaign wasn't out of the way. Getting there hadn't been hard; not in Longheat and on the wings of gore crows, at least, given the lack of convenient skyport that Torchline had failed to rebuild yet. She'd been pleasantly surprised at how fast the cub was coming along, in fact, as he donned feathers of his own to join her for the flight.
Sauntering into the bar, she had let her eyes wander appreciatively over everything on display. From the drinks to the food to the flesh, the Maverick had done rather well for himself in this little backwater region so far from the Climb. "I think I'll have you later," she purred at one of the scantily-clad women on her way past, earning a giggle and a flirtatiously murmured agreement.
But apparently the best place to find winespiders was in a cellar with booze, according to the locals, and Zefira waltzed her way over to the door leading (further) down like she owned the place, gesturing for Edmund to go first. "After you, kitten," she invited with a wicked grin. "Got the box?"
It had to be something small enough for her to fly all the way back to Torchline with, after all, dangling from her talons the whole way. The box had been the first thing she'd scrounged after they arrived. They'd just have to make sure they found a voidcritter small enough that it could be jammed into it!
Voidweaver Spiders (Common): The once-useful Wine Spiders have become Voidweavers, their once-drunk demeanor replaced with a malevolent hunger. They spin webs of void energy, ensnaring anything that comes too close. Their venom induces nightmares, trapping victims in a perpetual state of terror.
Sauntering into the bar, she had let her eyes wander appreciatively over everything on display. From the drinks to the food to the flesh, the Maverick had done rather well for himself in this little backwater region so far from the Climb. "I think I'll have you later," she purred at one of the scantily-clad women on her way past, earning a giggle and a flirtatiously murmured agreement.
But apparently the best place to find winespiders was in a cellar with booze, according to the locals, and Zefira waltzed her way over to the door leading (further) down like she owned the place, gesturing for Edmund to go first. "After you, kitten," she invited with a wicked grin. "Got the box?"
It had to be something small enough for her to fly all the way back to Torchline with, after all, dangling from her talons the whole way. The box had been the first thing she'd scrounged after they arrived. They'd just have to make sure they found a voidcritter small enough that it could be jammed into it!
Voidweaver Spiders (Common): The once-useful Wine Spiders have become Voidweavers, their once-drunk demeanor replaced with a malevolent hunger. They spin webs of void energy, ensnaring anything that comes too close. Their venom induces nightmares, trapping victims in a perpetual state of terror.
