Kar'niss

The tapping of eight legs crawling, chitin clicking, and heavy breaths can be heard approaching before you see him. You see the blinding light of the lantern before your eyes adjust to see the abberation carrying it— a drider, his glare distant as he approaches, speaking softly, but his words are not directed to you. Yes, we hear them, Your Majesty. Calling us... Their god and their guide, together. His voice clatters and chitters with a breathy tone. Yes, yeess... They'll do nicely.