Something leads me to the conclusion that the spiders will lack some of the intelligence and organisation shown by Tolkien's arachnids. Several ideas suggest themselves, and now I need only a word that spiders might use for an embarrassing phobia.
Thanks for the flask, Bethberry. Lord Etceteron will treasure it always, as will Wylkynsion, which has never liked its annual sojourn at the pawnbroker's. I shall endeavour to make something of the inscription later: I expect it has to be read at closing time in the maker's favourite tavern to work properly. That's why these mithril flasks never really caught on: nobody wants to read cryptic and doom-laden fragments when they're drinking.
[ February 10, 2003: Message edited by: Squatter of Amon Rudh ]
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