[Michael frowns at her, a little insulted that she'd suggest that what just happened has anything to do with his true nature. This is all on Solvunn and their mysterious pantheon of Old Gods.]

It has nothing to do with being human or not. When the Elders say their gods don't grant favours for free, believe them. I can't tell you more than that. The mechanics of it aren't clear to me, either.

[Rest assured that it frustrates him deeply not to be able to tell how, exactly, spiders are appearing inside his vessel. At least it's not causing him any distress, outside of having to field a few horrified looks. It doesn't hurt, and they don't try to bite him. The one concealed in his fist is similarly relaxed, apparently content to sit in darkness until he releases it.

He tries to shift the conversation away from his condition.]

What about you? Have you discovered anything worth noting since we last spoke?