Constaniana wrote:"In that case let's head off to the castle now. We can have a few of us stay behind to help the ladies catch up with the main party once the Wind Elemental is found. They don't necessarily need to follow the exact path we take. It's not too difficult to see the spires of the Saint's Seat on this level, and most of the wider streets up here will have signs pointing the specific way to take there," spoke the Messenger, "You know, if we hurry there's a good chance we could leave the mad Elemental there behind," he added. It was hard to tell with his face masked, but it sounded like his last sentence was meant to be dry humour.
"As much as I'd love to join you all, to put as much distance between myself and Aerion as possible," said Catrin, leaning herself into the conversation as only a drider could, which was in a way that belied their size, "it's probably best I stay with the other women." Driders were very good at not being noticed until they wanted to be - some said it was intrinsic, a gift bestowed upon them to make cave life easier, others said it was a skill taught, to make it easier to eat whatever was foolish enough to step into the cave-towns of the driders - wolves, bears, people, etc.
Both were wrong, though the latter opinion was closer. Catrin, as all driders knew, knew it was because it spooked the hell out of sheep and goats, which made them easy prey, and scared the pants off of adventurers, which was hilarious and made them easier to sell to.
She gestured to her entire self, which was quite a lot of self, even if she was in excellent shape for a woman of her species.
"Something tells me I might not really be welcome at a place known as the "Saint's Seat". Call it experience, if you will."