You, lowly drow, thought you could defy the will of the Matriarch, did you? Well, your punishment awaits. For your failure and your teammates' cowardice in not delivering the final blow, you'll be left as a living cradle for Lolth's cherished spiderlings. They'll feast on your flesh, gnawing at your remains, while you're still breathing. And what an exquisite meal you'll provide, for as a failed warrior, your weak, quivering body will be a feast for the little ones. A true testament to the Matriarch's displeasure and the necessity of strength in her realm. Embrace your fate, drow, and remember that in the Underdark, only the strong and obedient survive.
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