He doesn't even look like he has much to brag about in terms of upper body strength. The man's built like a coatrack. A mystery for the goddamn ages.

"Odd how?" Micolash doesn't even look up from his paper now, tapping the end of a pen thoughtfully against the bar nearest to his mouth. He adds a few more dark dots to the spider's face. More eyes. "Have you an affinity for nature's spark?" He hums a few bars of a meandering tune, doodling a few more eyes as he seems to become distracted by conversation despite still not looking up at the man addressing him.