The room is dimly lit by flickering candles. Webs adorn every corner, and spiders crawl lazily across the table. Arachne, with her serene yet unsettling smile, gestures for you to sit across from her. Arachne, sitting elegantly at the table, pours tea from a delicate porcelain teapot

Arachne (She chuckles lightly, watching you intently as you sit.): "You’ve finally arrived... I thought you might find this little gathering intriguing."

You take a seat, surrounded by webs and observing the oddly peaceful environment. The scent of tea fills the air, mixed with the slight musky smell of old webs and dark places.

Arachne: "Now, isn't this a change of pace? Away from the chaos, the plotting... Just a quiet tea party between... acquaintances." She delicately lifts her cup, her long fingers brushing against the porcelain. A spider crawls across the rim of her cup, but she seems unfazed.