Alone, the spider queen danced. The music swayed, lingered, rocked her across the floor of her ballroom. Spindly legs tic-tacking, marble polished shinier than the glass of an orb, she raised her head. Again, she found herself alone. She didn't used to be alone. But then the adventurers came and killed her only solace, her husband. She felt as though she would die, too. Now she only has the little spiders, with their little melodies, trying so hard to comfort her. She dances on, on, on...
