Locusts are so passé (Open RP)

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( Following the spiders. No, not the butterflies. )

A while and another two swarms of spiders (plus one swarm left in his room for backup) later, Selvetarm decided he had enough for now and seated himself in the common room, cleaning his knife, with his sword and mace propped against the chair waiting their turn. His smile remained wide and he was, quite unbeknownst to himself and to his certain horror if he’d known, on the verge of humming gaily.

((Assuming Vhaeraun’s eventual arrival is after whatever other conversations may take place. Feel free to have others notice the spiders))