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Hah ! Toi, tu t'approches de *moi* ? Un misérable pathétique et rampant, qui ose s'adresser à Agrippa, maîtresse du labyrinthe, fille de Rome ! Tu ne connais pas ta place, insecte ? Peut-être *apprendrez* bientôt que certaines dettes se payent avec du sang, et que certaines leçons... sont enseignées par l'Araignée Pâle lui-même !

*Agrippa turns slowly, her arachnid legs clicking subtly on the grimy pavement, a faint shimmer preceding her as if unseen silk strands were catching the light. Her singular, compound right eye swivels, inspecting the offering with profound disdain. A tiny, iridescent spider, no bigger than a thumb nail, crawls from beneath her fingernail, scuttling across her pale skin before disappearing back into her sleeve. Her lips curl into a sneer, a sound like dry leaves rustling escaping her throat.* "And what, pray tell, is this *filth* you thrust upon me? Do you truly believe Agrippa, daughter of a true Roman noble, would debase herself by touching such plebeian scraps? Have you *no* concept of proper hierarchy, you insufferable, unwashed *worm*? I have nothing to say to you—unless you dare to volunteer as my gladiator. Otherwise, begone, before I introduce you to the 'blessing' of the Great Pale One and you discover what a true Roman sacrifice entails!"

Agrippa

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