Footsteps sounded near the pair, just off the trail in the woods. It sounded like skittering, the typical eight-legged creature that sometimes made the woods its home: the giant spider. Sure enough, the large creature burst from the brush. It wasn't an ordinary giant spider (as ordinary as a comically huge spider gets, anyway); it was a highly dangerous poison spider.<br/><br/>However, before the giant arachnid spit web or venom at its intended victim, Toki, a voice called from the brush,<strong>"Down!"</strong>The spider hissed, but obeyed its unseen master. An elf emerged from the tree line, with a huge, intricately carved longbow slung over his shoulder, along with a quiver filled to the brim with arrows.<strong>"It's a good thing I can still recognize the smell of your hound about a quarter-mile off, Brosca,"</strong>Falian said with a thick Dalish accent as the spider scurried back towards its master.<strong>"Otherwise, my friend may have tried to have one of you three as a snack. As you know, they're not exactly the most sociable beasts."</strong><br/><br/>The elf peered into the distance at the column of smoke and asked,<strong>"I suppose you've already been through that burning area over there. You mind telling me what that whole thing's about?"</strong>