The Spider Queen's Threads

The early morning light cast a glistening sheen over the dew-laden cobwebs that adorned the path through the town. It was interesting as he hadn't noticed the day before.

Lassim meandered through the town as it was more active and busy than the near empty sight he was met with yesterday. The town's inhabitants were truly diverse.

The streets were now alive with early morning activity; spider creatures of various sizes and forms and colors went about their morning routines alongside a scattering of human adventurers and traders, all adapted to the unique cultural mesh of this swamp town.

Among the eclectic mix, a particularly striking figure caught Lassim's attention—a half-man, half-tarantula creature that towered above most townsfolk.

This beast, reminiscent of a centaur, the legendary beast tribe found on the Western continent where they dominated the plains regions as half-man and half-horse creatures.