At first it seemed that it was one of the rotting logs that had moved, as if it had suddenly become animated, to escape the sunlight and seek refuge in the shadow of the trees. It was only after a closer look it was possible to distinguish the other details, mainly four pairs of thin legs joined onto a dirty shell, mottled and divided into segments rather like armour.
“Take it easy.” Repeated Geralt quietly. “Do not provoke it. Don't be deceived by its apparent immobility. Its not aggressive, but it can move very quickly. If it feels threatened, it will attack, and its venom has no antidote.”
The creature crawled slowly on the logs. It watched Dandelion and the dwarves, slowly rotating, their eyes bulging, fixated. It barely moved. It polished the ends of its legs, lifting them one by
