Conversation II
"Is that…edible?" asked Mercer as he and his brother instinctively sat back, their hands reaching for their weapons.
Frost Spiders were, after all, rather fiercesome foes for the average human here. They were nearly level thirty and their flesh-melting toxin was renowned for how quickly it could turn a fully grown human into a mushy goop.
But compared to Old Thane and the beastwomen, it was nothing.
"Think of them like crabs, lads," said Old Thane encouragingly. He put a spider leg in his broad hand and waved it around in positively repulsive display that made it quite clear that him being blind could be a blessing sometimes. "See?"
"I don't think that's helping, old man," said Li, though he personally did not care much. Many of the hindering emotions of revulsion had long since left him, especially when it came to death or the unpleasant. "How about we cook it and see how it is first?"