Muffet nodded, folding her hands on the table in front of her. All for two, which she folded on her lap instead. She had to remind herself that just because someone says they âfought creaturesâ does not necessarily mean they fought monsters. Not the same kind of monsters as the kind she knew, anyway. Even after all this time in the city, and all the different things sheâs heard of people doing in their past lives, she still was maybe a bit too hasty to get defensive about that.
Sheâs working on it, slowly but surely.
Muffet didnât remind the rambling, not at all. She much preferred someone to ramble than to let the conversation die out completely. She smiled and waved the apology aside.
âNo need to apologize, dear. I did live Underground, yes. Along with everyone else in my kingdom. It wasnât that bad, actually,â at least, not to her personallyâas a spider, sheâs likely to be more acclimated to dark, damp, underground places, âbut it did lack weather. For the most part.â
Was she enjoying it? She didnât have too strong an opinion on the weather one way or another. But it was getting colder, and soon, that would be a negative. âFor now, itâs pleasant. But spiders donât do so well in the cold, you understand, so when the cold really starts to set in⌠well, weâll see, wonât we? Ahuhu~â
She sat up a bit straighter on the bench, feeling more comfortable and at ease. âAnd, forgive me for not starting with this, but Iâm Muffet. A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Ms. Hawke~. Always a joy to meet someone new; you never quite know what youâre going to get, so to speak, isnât that right?â
The idea of an underground home that wasnât awful piques the Wardenâs interest; even the dwarves of Orzammar complained about the constant threat of the Darkspawn hordes, and anyone who remembered a pleasant life below the earth in Thedas seemed to be long dead. With curiosity evident in her voice, Bethany asks: âWhat was your home like? Being underground...it was dangerous where Iâm from.â Sheâd spent countless nights looking at the ruins of the dwarven kingdom and wondering what it must have been like in better days.
Chuckling softly at the mention of colder weather, Bethany replies: âIâve never spent a winter here before, but if itâs anything like the ones I grew up in, Iâd suggest lots of sweaters. The cold has a way of biting through clothing, Iâm afraid. I hope it wonât be too uncomfortable an experience for you.â She leaves the fact that no one can truly die here, even of cold, unsaid between them.
âMuffet,â she parrots before smiling. âThatâs a lovely name. And thatâs certainly the truth!â Bethany laughs and returns to poking through her salad. âI thought my world was full of colorful characters, but Iâve seen so many more here. I enjoy hearing everyoneâs stories about their homes and cultures, though.â
