"That's good. The last thing I needed was Aunt Linda sitting on me, stabbing me with my own weapon because of you. Sigh. Just tell that stupid friend of yours to go southwest of our town, there's a small cliff. Underneath it, there's a cave. The entire place is crawling with those creepy bastards but warn him – if he gets surrounded down there, he's not coming out. Not even God himself could save him. Last year, some idiots went in there, babbling about finding hidden treasure, and never came back. Thankfully, those damn spiders don't like light much and rarely venture out of the cave. Otherwise, we'd never sleep peacefully again."
Ronald's voice held a hint of fear, almost as if he'd personally encountered these "giant spiders." which wasn't surprising; after all, he is a blacksmith. No way had he never ventured into mines or caves searching for the finest materials and stumbled upon some monstrous spiders.
