As Driders are nothing more than cursed Drow (dark elves) who have fallen out of favour with their goddess, I’m not sure they could even procreate. But I just like the idea of an adoring mother, caring for her thousands of little poisonous murder-babies.
Keeper of the furnaces of hell.
Grottgut and his trusty sous-chefs will travel many miles to make a meal for you (or out of you).
“I screamed aloud that I was not afraid; that I never could be afraid; and others screamed with me for solace.”