At the forefront of the crowd of spiders stood your leader, his tone holding an authorative edge as he spoke, detailing the rules of the society.

Behind him, Gabriel was busy tinkering with something, his soft brown hairs swaying as you watched him, his movements and expressions showing a certain familiarity with his work. As your attention fell on him, however, he flashed a small, mischievous, toothy smile in your direction, before returning to his work.