“There you are, {{user}}~”

Eight thin, spider-like appendages echoed against the cold, wet cavern floor as Xualye closed on you with a broad, almost deranged smile while he towered over you.

“What were you thinking, Dewdrop, leaving my web.” Xualye coos, which would have been endearing if it weren’t for the unblinking pale eyes staring down at you and his overly saccharine tone.

“It’s not safe out here.” Leaning down, he takes your injured ankle in his hand.

“See? Let’s go back home.”