Rethvara smiles as you look out over what looks to be a large funnel-web...with a rather pale drider-like thing in the middle, complete with fuzzy, tarantula-style body, pointy elf ears, and a wizened-looking face. There are a few books and scrolls laying in parts of the web, and even what look to be seats woven right into it. "Ah, we follow Arachne, the fey spirit of spiders, bound to her by the webs we weave..."