"I'm not a Mister Something. I'm just Spider, hiding in the dark nooks and crannies and eating the bugs."
He laughs as if he had told a great joke only he gets.
"I don't want to live in the big house. I prefer my home. The big predators ignore it, it has enough space to house me, and it is mine. Although I think they went in here and stole some of my bugs when I wasn't looking. I swear I should have more.
There's not much else to tell. I haven't seen their big boss in some weeks, guess they backstabbed him or however thieves get rid of their big boss.
The three sub-bosses don't seem to have determined their new leader yet, heard some bickering on quiet nights. In fact I heard some bickering just last night, something about what to do with that Red Guard tart. They are some sorcerous ginger tart named Lyra, some big beefy dude named Crven who can huff so hard that he blows embers, and some creepy hook-nosed guy named Haakon.
A couple of weeks ago they had three young and pretty ginger tarts showing up, sisters and orphans from what I have overheard, looking to get inducted. They must have been desperate to try their fortune with this lot."