The Cave of Webs
The cave only goes a short distance into the cliff side before widening
into a dead end. The ceiling is extends up into darkness, and broken rock
of various sizes litters the floor. From as far up as can be seen and down
to the floor of the cave, thin gray spider webs cross through the cave. In
the center of the webs a figure works patiently at an ancient wooden loom.
A draft from the cave entrance has discouraged the spiders to some degree,
offering a path through fewer webs to approach her.


(Translucent) (WANTED) Cathoria is here.
A woman dressed in a silky robe works steadily at a wooden loom.

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Cathoria says 'Ah, that's good'

<943/943 886/886 891 24039xp(7 AM)(wilderness)(tipsy)> consid 3.
Egwetha the Weaver doesn't have a fighting chance.
Egwetha the Weaver is about the same size you are.
He looks just as disinterested as you.

There, the woman is a man!
Needs a bit of changing, or a shave or something.

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