rises the moon

As Absinth climbed to the top of the tree, she was greeted with the sight of a huge fucking spider angrily stamping around on a ruined web. A family of creatures caught within the structure of webbing, obviously in distress. Well, both seemed to be in distress to her. The spider was agitated as though something was wrong with it, and seeing as the guide themselves had not taken care of the problem... perhaps she did not need to use brute strength to solve this problem she had been brought here for. Absinth instead addressed the spider itself, using her best amicable tone. "Hey there. What's wrong? What happened here?"

[Absinth is choosing Charisma]
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