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Eight feet of armored segments, moving with the low, deliberate certainty. The legs are the worst part - not the count, but the sound. A dry, rhythmic clicking on stone that you feel before you hear it. Territorial, not aggressive by default - it hunts when hungry, ignores the party if it has recently fed. A fed Arthropleura (roll d6 on entry: 1-2 fed, 3-6 hungry) will move away from torchlight unless cornered. A hungry one locks onto the nearest warm body. It does not retreat - no survival instinct for flight, only feeding. A dead Arthropleura yields approximately 40 lbs of chitin segments worth 15 GP to an armorer, and the mandibles worth 8 GP as exotic curiosities. Carrying either is cumbersome and smells of wet cave for days.