In moments, before them stood a woman. She was obviously Matron. The Mother. "I am Lachesis, young spider. Together with my two other sisters, we control the Loom of Life. Clotho, young maiden, weaves the string together. I, Mother, measure and create, and Atropos, Crone, severs and begins anew. We are the Morai. Eternal beings." She said very patiently. This was a woman who had all day.
"Tell me of the web you have built around yourself, young spider. Tell me of your hopes, your dreams, your deepest desires. And the pathways you've taken to get them or not." She told him. And it seemed itwould likely behoove him to speak.