Cobwebs in the Dark

“The corridor is very dark,” he said, candlelight flickering on his face, “and festooned with thick cobwebs.”

I looked nervously to my companion. “Do you see anything down there?”

“Impossible to see further than about 10 feet.” Came the terse reply.

“It’ll be just my luck that this place is crawling with spiders.” I murmured. “Huge ones no doubt.”

“Or worse.” I heard back.

I shifted my weight from one side to the other, not wanting to make a decision.

I sighed, “I’m going in. Watch my back.”

“Right,” he said, a huge grin on his face, “roll for initiative.”

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