A roll of laughter rippled through the mogul at the expected approach. Word had reached him far beyond the arrival of a particular individual’s presence within his safehouse. Of course, they were permitted to enter, and so they were lead forth. But they held something of an interest to the Spider as rumours of their objective had reached him from several contacts across the solar system, and it was for such reasons that they came to stand before him.
The Psion was escorted by armed Eliksni, and at the foot of Spider’s own would-be throne stood one of several who vouched for the other’s necessity. A human, no less, whose gaze lifted to meet the Spider’s at Wraith’s approach, as if to suggest that the correct target had been drawn into his web. With something of a sighed sound of approval, the kingpin leaned back into the husk of a former spider tank and awaited the remainder of their approach.
“What an interesting predicament,” the Spider rumbled as a limb stretched over the arm of his seat. The bottom two folded inward and settled upon the curvature of his stomach as the fourth and final one bent and pressed into the other side of his perch. “If what I’ve been told is correct, I believe that we can help each other.” Another wave of stifled laughter had been conjured within his chest as he watched the other’s physical cues before proceeding any further.
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