Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20191201110124/@comment-7262318-20191204171706

"Why, they would create more, of course!" The fabrication said. "The dwemer were masters of reusing and conserving. Once a spider was destroyed, the saved pieces were smelted down and returned to spider form."

Jes leaned in closer to one of the spiders, staring intently at the object. "Ma'am, please do not touch the museum objects!"

"I won't..." Jes confirmed. "I just thought that I saw it-"

Suddenly, the spider she was staring at lept out and wrapped its metallic legs around her face, letting out a ghastly his as it tried to crush Jes's face. The poor Breton let out a blood-curdling scream as she scratched and clawed at the spider holding onto her face, trying to pry it off to little avail.

"Yeah.... don't think I'll ever... get used to it," Hagen muttered, hugging her tightly.

"Prolly over to the Silver-Blood inn... imagine that's about the only place in town to get anything good," Denon suggested.