Nelven ran from one edge of the clearing to the next, laughing all the while. He had missed having legs. It had taken him a bit of stumbling, but he had managed to get the hang of walking again.
He was wearing some clothes the system made for him. He had also missed the feeling of fabric around his lower half. The warmth that came with it was bliss.
Sure, he had hair on his many legs to keep him warm, before. But he had felt naked all the time. As he had been, he supposed. The beige trousers hugged his new legs snugly, and were soft, to boot.
Nelven spared a look at the working gnomes, some of which used his many children as a form of transportation. The gnomes had not so much as batted an eye at the giant spiders.
He supposed that it was to be expected. The little green-haired people were mobs. The spiders were mobs. It was only natural that they got along.
