Alauniira
The drider noticed the horned woman grab for her weapon when she finally sensed her presence behind her. Either this white-haired woman was rather dim-witted or easily spooked, for she seemed rather skittish whenever the spider-woman came near. Perhaps her reputation preceded her after all--easier to keep those people in line then, she felt. Besides, if this horned woman was as strong as her petite frame betrayed, then it would be all the better to have a bit of muscle to distract her prey as she killed them from behind... or above...
"Of course, she needs no introduction..." the horned woman kept her voice even, a sign that the drider interpreted to be an uneasy facade. "It appears we have a celebrity in our midst. I only know you from names of the shadows, though... Venom's embrace... I'm afraid I haven't had the pleasure of your name. Mine is Dasin, the man in the black is Charnel, and in front of us is Lord Yuki, the ruler of this castle."
Of course she knew who Lord Yuki was--what good would a network of personal spies be if she did not keep herself informed with the goings-on of politics? How would she receive word of people requiring her service? She knew he was a demon lord, and she also knew that he was staring at her intently with those crimson eyes. She had not seen eyes that red since her days in the drow capital... Perhaps he was contemplating trying to cut her down? That stare was not one of benevolence, she knew--she had seen it many times before, and she knew that there was something brewing in his mind. If only she could get to him alone...
"I welcome you all to my home..." Yuki's demeanor suddenly shifted to one of welcoming. "And I welcome you back too, Hayato."
Who was this Hayato character? This one had not been introduced with the others, she remembered... Perhaps a straggler? The drider narrowed her eyes as two more figures walked into the room--one a man, the other a goblin half his partner's height. In his mouth he carried some sort of meat in his mouth before announcing his presence as "Skurge". The drider assumed that the other figure would be the aforementioned Hayato, but what was their relationship to one another, he and Yuki?
Taking a quick look around the room, the drider caught sight of Dasin, the horned woman who had also asked for her name. This was why she preferred to use her cabal to coming out in person when she was forced to deal with clients in some way--it perpetuated the mystique and the danger of her identity. She cursed inwardly at this slight misstep on her part, although all could be salvaged still...
Lowering herself down further, the drider touched two spidery legs down onto the floor, followed by another pair and another until all eight were now holding her upright. She cared little for the webbing now hanging from the ceiling--a demon lord should have little care for such things when he not only had more important things to worry about but also had servants that might be able to clean up these sorts of things anyway. The drider skittered toward Dasin, staying behind her and leaning in close enough to whisper into her ear.
"You think yourself worthy of knowing my name?" she murmured to the horned woman, a rising sense of malice in her voice. "The only ones who know my name are either in my service... or I leave them out in the wastelands as empty husks to rot in the heat... You are neither."
With a quick flick of her spinnerets skyward, the drider shot another strand of web toward the ceiling, hoisting herself up and looking straight down at the group from above. While they might not be the most easily intimidated group she had come across--by the divines, there was a dragon!--she felt that it might be in her best interest to find at least one person in this group that she did not truly despise, one person that she did not want to kill...
...but that was becoming more and more difficult by the minute.