"I'll be counting on you, as your captain, then!" declared Fanilly.

The blonde knight wasn't exactly equipped to take on a stone golem, and so there was no real way for her to argue with the assertion that the others would handle it. A parrying dagger and an ordinary, if extremely finely-crafted, longsword were hardly enough to pierce solid rock. Given a moment to observe the fight, however, she realized just how strange the words the Drider had spoken were. If the 'Dark Lady' was her mentor, why did she hate the orcs? Why did she think that her Master had done nothing wrong?

They could question her once the golem was destroyed.

"Agh?!" the drider yelped with surprise when the golem suddenly staggered. The lower portion of its leg, first cracked, was suddenly crumbling apart from Indrau's sword, destabilizing the magic that kept the stones together. The half-spider girl frantically latched onto her golem's head and shoulder with her arms and legs as it teetered sideways. But rather then pushing it to write itself, or to attack again, she instead had it spread its arms wide, lodging its rocky bulk in place as if to block the stairway.

"F... fine! If that's how it's going to be, I just won't let you pass!" she cried, "Even if you destroy my golem, it'll block the staircase!"

Driders were an uncommon sight to begin with. There were a large number of superstitions about them, that they ate children and had a propensity for witchcraft, but anyone who ever did any research into the species would discover that there was simply nothing to support the assertion that they ate the flesh of other sapient races. It was likely their rarity that had lead to such unpleasant assertions.