Snippet #1547081

Annalee was no fan of the smell of this place, and she instantly began to regret her decision to go along with her family's wishes. Her family may have been a family of assassins, but at least they were clean. She followed Guanicus into his study, and stared in fascination at the different chairs. I have to sit on one of these? She crinkled her nose in a disapproving frown. So many options, and yet I want none of them.

This must be some sort of test, she reasoned. But what is he trying to figure out? Well, whatever the case, I will definitely stay far away from whomever picks that chair. She was looking at the first chair, the dryad. How crass and uncouth.

Annalee decided to pick the spider. She wasn't too excited about the chair, since it looked sort of scratchy and uncomfortable to sit on, but she rather liked spiders. Always had. As a child, Annalee had not had many friends, which is the sort of social shunning that inevitably happens when all of your family members are well-known murderers. She also never had a dog or cat because they were deemed too messy. Therefore, Annalee had spent most of her time playing with the spiders in the yard. She quite liked spiders. They were cute. They never lectured you about your shuriken-throwing or asked you to kill the nice old man down the street, unlike certain people in her family.

Annalee took a seat on the spider. "Excuse me," she said, reflexively, feeling bad for sitting on another creature. Then she blushed, feeling embarrassed that she had just apologized to her seat. Surely this room of ruffians had already judged her as weak and foolish.