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Yeah okay, go ahead and shake on it, but be careful of any possible fangs. Well, not that your bony wing hands would mind.

It's certainly suspicious, but what else is there to do, really

>hmm obvious falttery is suspicious but not enough to outright reject the deal. They could be sincere, the spider traits are had to read i'm afraid.

>You can shake the pedipalp just fine, just watch out you aren't shaking the chelicerae instead (those are the shorter ones who are right in front of the mouth and end up in fangs). Just be carrefull.

>Immediate betrayal woudn't make much sense, if it betrayed you now it wouldn't get it's freedom.

>Let's hope however that this 'handshake' doesnt become some kind of honor or magicaly binding contract or anything because that could be a bother.

It's certainly suspicious, but what else is there to do, really

Well there's still the tunnel leading to the light.

We could hold off the deal untill we've seen that but then gain first, if they is honnest bout being helpfull, we might offend them which therefore would make then reluctant to share informtion and two, as we have no idea what's outside, it's possible we might loose the possibility to makke that deal at all.

> Well dudes promised you answers, & he needs your help too, no reason to be shy about it.

Go ahead and shake, then. It's the only lead we've got, for now at least.

> I fail to see anything bad with shaking the palp.

Incidentally, I seem to have misplaced my glasses and can't see anything whatsoever.

Kevin: "Alright... uh... here we go. Shaking... uh, a palp.
Stefervin: "YES, LIKE GENTLEMEN."
Kevin: "Yes... Exactly like those... uh, also I hope you find your glasses."
Stefervin: "MY WHAT?"
Kevin: "Um, nevermind."
Head thing: "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHEEHEEHEEHEEHEHEHEHEHEHEhehehehehehehehehe"

Kevin: "Ow! What was-
Stefervin: "OOH! NOW THIS IS INTRIGUING..."
Kevin: "What did... uh... what?"

Stefervin: "HA! BRILLIANT! THOROUGHLY IMPOSSIBLE, BUT BRILLIANT!"
Kevin: "What did you do? My hand still hurts. And... uh... what's brilliant? Also are you ever going to, um, answer the question... thing? What's going on?"
Stefervin: "PARDON ME, HARVESTER. IN ADDITION TO THE MORE GENERAL MANIPULATION RELATED FUNCTIONS MANY FORWARD-FACING APPENDAGES SERVE, PALPS FUNCTION AS TASTE-SENSING ORGANS."
Kevin: "... You... uh... you were tasting me."
Stefervin: "FUNCTIONALLY... YES. IN ACTUALITY, NOT REALLY. IT'S A CLOSE ENOUGH ANALOGY, BUT YOU'LL FIND THAT LITTLE IN THIS PLACE IS AS IT SEEMS."
Kevin: "I... uh... well I've remembered that showers are a thing. Uh, also I feel like I need one. Also my hand still hurts... just... why?"
Stefervin: "HAVE I MISUNDERSTOOD THE FUNCTION OF A HANDSHAKE? IS IT NOT AN OPPORTUNITY TO TEST GRIP STRENGTH, HAND POSITIONING, CAPACITY FOR SUSTAINED EYE-CONTACT, AND TO SAMPLE BODY ODOR - THUS ALLOWING YOU TO GAUGE THE DEMEANOR AND CAPABILITY OF YOUR CONVERSATIONAL PARTNER?"
Kevin: "I- ... I guess?"
Stefervin: "AS I SAID: FUNCTIONALLY EQUIVALENT. MY METHOD IS MERELY MORE DIRECT."

Kevin: "Alright. Well... that's weird... and a little gross... and, uh I wish you had told me before, but, um, my hand is hurting a little less... so, um I guess it's harmless enough..."
Head thing: "Nyehehe!"
Kevin: "But, uh you didn't answer the question... and you said something you... tasted... was impossible."
Stefervin: "OF COURSE. THE DEAL IS DONE SO LET'S GET DOWN TO BUSINESS."
Head Thing: "Nyu neheed neh heheheheuns!" *gurgle*
Stefervin: "THE ACTUAL STORY OF MY IMPRISONMENT HERE IS LONG, REPETITIVE, AND FRAUGHT WITH THE KIND OF STORYBOOK PSEUDO-LOGIC ONE ONLY RELIABLY ENCOUNTERS IN THE FOLK TALES OF OLD. LUCKILY FOR BOTH OF US, YOU DIDN'T ASK HOW I WAS IMPRISONED, BUT WHY."
Kevin: "Then, uh, why did you even mentio-"
Stefervin: "THERE ARE TWO SUCH 'WHYS.' PRIMARILY, I AM HERE BECAUSE A PETTY TYRANT NEEDED A SCAPEGOAT FOR THE CRIMES OF A MAN HE NEVER COULD CAPTURE. ALSO, THOUGH, I'M HERE BECAUSE MY GIDDY COMPANION AND I MUST FEED ON THE CORES OF SENTIENT CREATURES."
Kevin: "Oh... alright... What's a core?"
Stefervin: "HAVE THEY CHANGED THE LEXICON AGAIN SO SOON? I COULDN'T SAY WHAT THEY'RE CALLED THESE DAYS. MAGIC BECAME ALCHEMY BECAME CHEMISTRY. SOULS BECAME CORES BECAME... WELL WHATEVER YOU'RE CALLING THEM NOW."
Kevin: "Oh... uh... wow... K."
Stefervin: "THERE'S NO NEED TO BACK AWAY, DEAR HARVESTER. AFTER ALL - AND IN SPITE OF ALL THAT SHOULD BE - YOU HAVE NOTHING I WOULD WANT. OUTSIDE THE CONTEXT OF UPHOLDING YOUR END OF OUR BARGAIN, OF COURSE."