Waking up is a chore, every day I have to struggle against the comfort of the sheets of another cheap tavern, because none of the people I sacrifice are in any way Important enough to afford something better.

Now, you might be surprised by the fact that even in this type of stupid situation, there is something good to be found.

My children had a lot of bed bugs to kill, and with two of my classes basically asking to be ascended, I actually had to resist this power these two classes alone offered.

Probably 'Priestess of the webbed matriarch' the most common cult among women in many societies, and quite a revered goddess in these lands. I basically have the opportunity for wealth and power at my fingertips.

But that would mean swearing to serve her intend, and quite possibly forsaking my vengeance and patrons.

Patrons that gave me quite a few powerful things, and have a beautiful synergy with my other classes.

Tonight I dreamt of the Silken Lady, a majestic creature walking before me, offering me all the things I just mentioned, only for her to be ripped away from my dream, drowning in the eternal abyss of silence that follows my nights ever since I escaped that pit.

A nothing that did not demand anything but to gain knowledge for me to learn and not forsake it, like an elderly man that found someone who would help them break out of loneliness, and in exchange, they would help me grow and develop, quite an interesting bargain, and one I embraced much more readily than the one that demanded my service.

With a quick recounting of my dream, I leave the bed and dress myself, my children returning to me, and the black room returning to its original brown, the webs they spun are quickly gathered and spun around a piece of wood in my pocket, a small gift from the little ones to me.

"Thank you, I know how hard it can be to get enough of it to actually do something, but once again you prove that our kin are only separated because the gods fear what would happen if every one of us worked to achieve the great plan."

Some answered fluently, others had problems, but their agreement was unified as I pack the last of my stuff and descend the stairs, the local people growing less and less strange with every day, a thought that makes me smile.

I pass through streets and back alleys as the arachnids guide me, some of them having taken residence in nearby corners and crevices, planning to retire there when I leave the city.

They convey information with their every move, patterns forming to guide me, until I find the shop I was looking for.

An old building stood before me, its position close enough to the wall to make anyone that knows about Carackad's layout immediately suspicious.

Now, I know this one is called the city of sin by fellow humans, but given that that stems from the belief that all Arachs are originally people who worshiped dark gods and were then transformed, I no longer think much of that label.

Yes, everyone in here is shady to at least some degree, but nothing quite compares to the enchanters' hut before me or the old mantis like man sitting behind its counter, not even looking up as I approach.

"Hello there." I greet, simply strolling through the shop and making sure the door is closed behind me.

"Hello there, are you capable of efficient disguise enchantments?"

I ask, the creature looking up from his desk to inspect me as I do so.

"Sure do, that's my specialty. It will cost you a silver to hide a pimple, a gold to hide anything more. Got it?"

I nod, taking a coin my children bring me from his register and going up to him.

"This enough? I need to disguise a pet of mine as something a little more standard."

I explain, at his nod I let my familiar crawl forth.

"What's the best you can do about this cutie? His name is Snuffles, named after his habit of snuggling and his soft fur."

He immediately gets to work, his gaze the seemingly cold and calculated look every local was born with, their compound eyes not really suited to express emotions.

After about a minute of calm examinations, he went and started inscribing. His work was of supreme quality, the collar flickering in color and texture as the magic began to take hold, the way his hands moved indicating the use of runes instead of the system.

Once it is done, I flick him the coin, Snuffles now looking like a cat while wearing the collar.

"Only one thing left to do."

Next I weave through back alleys again, the sky indicating it to be afternoon by now as I go to sit in a café near the library.

I order a few things, my spiders taking coins from everyone nearby that was inattentive enough, some of my little ones dying on their sacred quest to fund my glazed crickets, a few elderly people somehow seeming to disapprove, though I suspect that is because I wear a hood indoors.

It takes a few hours for my partner in crime to arrive in the area, leaving me room to pay the waiter and approach the library, our shadows converging at some point as my spiders begin to crawl up his arms, and my own body seems to mold into the darkness.

"Knowledge will further the hidden's goal."

We agree, my spiders streaming into the backdoor and unhooking the latch as we sneak inside, the blue lighting normally ensuring a relaxing read, though its shadows are perfect to hide our advances.