I had no idea for how long the Arachne brood mother would remain tangled up, but honestly with the state of mind I was in I don't think I care. Dying was…. Weird, I can't exactly put my hand on it, but I felt different, an emptiness that I could not put my hands on was growing deep in my very being, and I couldn't tell what it was. I looked up as we crossed a small creek, moving past two massive oak trees that had carvings on it that at the moment I couldn't read. Or rather I didn't understand one bit, the language was unfamiliar to me and doesn't seem to be in any elven script ancient or modern that we've been taught to identify and read.
The hill was shaped like a donut, or it would have been a hill if I didn't quickly recognize the uneven edges and symmetrical corners. This wasn't s
