It took me only a few minutes to dash towards the camp full of the people I planned on making work for me. Upon arriving I was met with a group of people smiling and ready to go. The tents and supplies they had previously sprawled out was packed up onto a sort of sled like thing. It was pretty impressive actually.
"Where's the brat?" I asked looking around. I thought he would have been the first to meet me but I didn't see him anywhere.
"My name is Baxton Ironhew, and while you were gone we got attacked by some spiders. Me and a few of the others had to fend them off, and I was in the middle of procession the carcasses."
He pointed towards a direction and I soon saw a pile of long thin spider legs all jumbled together in a pile. Next to it I saw huge oval shaped bodies still oozing out purplish blood, and then next to that being cleaned by hand were a small pile of purple colored gems roughly the size of a grape.
