"Those conspirators that Vexa took note of, are they…" Valera's question trailed off, waiting for Aldrich to confirm her suspicions.
"They're spiders," said Aldrich. He had good reason to believe that these were nomads under Desmond's service, though obviously, they were hiding themselves. "And I'm never one to shy away from crushing a few bugs."
Valera grinned, her pure white fangs glaring under the high ceiling lights of Aldrich's new office. "Will we come to fight soon? It has been long since I have feasted on blood."
"It's only been a few days since the last time we had to go out of the walls to take out a few variants," pointed out Aldrich.
"Bleh." Valera made a face, sticking her tongue out. "I hate insect blood, and it is no different in this realm. There is something about it that is thoroughly lacking."
"Maybe a lack of iron content."
"Iron? Does metal flow in the blood of men here?"
