Moonspear Dreamland, I need you

Desdemona followed shortly after Dragomir, as a guard should do. She did not recognize these two, but as they smelled of many others, she assumed they were not here to join. Not that they could accept, the spider knew they had a bounty of warriors amongst the spire, and with new mouths to feed once some are born, there was no room to take more. 

A gaze, neither welcoming of unwelcoming stared silently at the two. Judging, watching and waiting for what they would do. She had a wary stance that was ready for what would come, or what would never come. She thought it was best to be prepared, as the boy beside her held a rather negative look toward them, thinking he had met them. She had not seen the boy with such a neutral face, and concluded they had not given the best impression. So, Desdemona remained silent, guarding and letting the higher-rank taking the reign of the situation.