The warm light of the sun was gone, and Falin's eyes were adapting to the dimmer light of his lantern. Still, he could make out the features of the tunnel.
The cavern's roof was relatively low, about twenty or so feet. Even in this light he could tell that the spider, if there was one, was not in the room. Suddenly, Falin jumped at a terrifying sight: The mud on the floor was marked by hundreds of sets of little claw-prints. Deep claw-prints. There must be hundreds of spiders, he thought in terror!
Still, he remembered his mission, and his goal; and gold has a way of calming the hearts of Dwarves.
[ May 03, 2003: Message edited by: Meoshi ]
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