Normally people are scared of spiders, especially a seemingly hive-minded chorus of hand-sized spiders. But skekGra isn't a human person, and he knows that not everything unsettling at first glance is bad. The bones he sees as explores that night aren't lost on him, but so is the fact that none of them are human or any intelligent species he recognizes. They may be predators, but he's hopeful that he won't be seen as prey. The Wanderer shuffles along beside him, looking over the eerie webs.

skekGra and urGoh have talked to the Arathim Ascendancy, which is unsettling and alien even by Thra standards but not evil - the Arathim's aggression came from legitimate grievances deep in Thra's history, and they had been tricked by the Skeksis along with everyone else. The Arathim who live in the Nexus settled in peace. He wonders if he should introduce them to these new spiders.

"Hello there, young ones. I am skekGra the Heretic."

"And I...am urGoh...the Wanderer." The Wanderer shuffles forward, trying to get a closer look at the strange creatures. Not Arathim, obviously, but these alien glassy spiders could easily be mistaken for them.

"Don't be afraid," says the old Skeksis, lowering his voice. "We don't mean you any harm. We don't know where your mother is, but we have some good friends who are a lot like you."