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It was a beautiful morning, Thalanil and the rest of the scout patrol was preparing to go out on patrol in the great Greenwood. It seemed to be a normal patrol, something that they had done several times but this day would not be like any other day.

 Spiders. 

     I hate them. Foul eight legged creatures that are better hiding in their caves than out in the light. I found myself in the north of the Trollshaws when I stumbled into a nest of them. Skittering on the valley floor, I watched them keep their nests clean of bones and debris from their last unsavory meals. Chittering amongst themselves assaulted my ears to the point they could bleed. Of course that did not stop me, but this was one of those days that came close to.