"You made it after all!" The Piper grinned, going back to back with the Tailor to cover them. There were quite a few more spiders than they'd expected for this hunt. "But I think you're confused about a couple things. One: no rifle." They made a jazz hands motion, showing off their empty, spider-guts-covered palms.

(Well, not completely empty. They did have a pretty nice set of gloves, and they'd sewn some metal spikes into the knuckles. They thought the Tailor might appreciate that, even if the Piper's stitching was hardly professional.)

"Two: not alone. And not just because you're here!" They nodded their head in the direction of Maven and Devil. "You knew that though, right? Isn't that why you came?"