Spiders... oh the spiders...

[Lysandra Arachnea]

Lysandra smiled as she followed the sergeant into the barracks. "My cute little worms... you have no idea what you are doing...", she thought as she went up the stairs.

'Your name, miss?', the bald man asked. 'Lysandra, sir', came the eager reply. Oh how she hated that name, but the humans seemed to like it.

After sorting through several chests, crates and containers, the man handed her a shadow iron uniform, which, as fitting as it may be, was not what she was looking for.

'I need leather armour if I shall be able to cast spells, sir', she reminded him, upon which she received that instead.

She smiled at him, nodded and put on the outfit.

'Line up outside, miss', Ahmed said. "Ah, a hunt, is it? I cannot see how they can be so thrilled at the prospect of blood... but then again, they are just worms.""

[OOC: To be continued.]