[ Her head tilts a degree. It would seem his dedication to spiders trumps her own, if he spent that much time on his search. Certainly worthy of admiration. ]

It doesn't bode well for the state of the world this resort hails from. A land without spiders can only be dead or dying.

[ That's just scientific fact. She shakes her head with a small yet exaggerated sigh. ]

C'est la vie. If I cannot have them, I can at least have a fellow enthusiast.

[ Truly, the real treasure was the friend(s) she made along the way. She offers a hand to shake, sharp nails on pitch black skin. ]

I am The Knave. Or if you prefer, you may call me Arlecchino.