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When the goblin appeared a frothing drool pooled around Scri'erk's mandibles. She struggled to listen to the words the goblin spoke over her hunger. She had not seen a good meal in days. As the small, green humanoid's words fully processed in her head, she gave a vaguely nod-like motion in acknowledgment. His food would likely not be her style, she preferred a [u]fresh[/u] meal. Still, if they had been sent by Isatar, this could very well be important.

Her attention turned to the golem's 'craftsmanship'. He had turned her webs into a tragic disgrace to all craftarachnidship. In a stern motion she shot out a web that replaced it, looking for more sturdy, may be capable of capturing a drow!

[color=SlateGray]"Stop broking webs! Then I helps! Scri'erk helps Survivors. No eat!"[/color] She graciously offered, still keen on getting the Golem to finally understand. He was beyond thick-skulled, and she wondered if there was any brain under all that stone. Likely not.