Another day has gone past and the spiders have almost crossed the south bridge. Is this some kind of punishment for trying to profit off the Webwood? If so, it's working. Half the town is rotting in the webs, and the other half is growing mad with fear. Well, I've had enough of it. These fools can think it's safer to hide behind their bridges and their barricades. I know that there's only going to be one way off this island, soon enough -- and that's to be dragged by spiders.
But I'm not going to let that happen to me. At first light tomorrow, I'm striking north. With any luck, I'll be in eyeshot of the Warsworn keep before the spiders even know I'm loose.