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I heard a rather loud plunk when someone's crossbow bolt sank into the fleshy abdomen of said spider. It wasn't even chasing me - it had been minding its own business, gliding around on those demonic brown legs.
I turned to thank my savior and was instantly awestruck. It was, as cliches go, a beautiful woman. She was dressed in the garb of the girls in my village, but the way she moved and the rich caramel skin of her's was-
'Will you kindly move your eyes to my face?', she asked me, in a throaty Kharidian accent.
Being sixteen and, more importantly, embarrassed that the best candidate for damsel-in-distress I had ever seen by that point in my life had, in fact, saved mine, I immediately blushed, full stop. I have no doubt that I could have done a passable impression of a tomato by the point anything witty I could have said came to me. My eyes wandered again and she made a disgusted sound which blossomed deep in her throat, then walked off.
I thought for a desperate moment that she had intended to ask me something, but I was clearly too pathetic at the moment to be of any use.
A piece of advice that the old man had given me solemnly floated back through my consciousness.
Never let a possible client see you as anything but a hero.
Well, I had clearly failed in that regard.
Dejected, I started on my walk towards the River Lum once more.
This time, when a spider leapt at me, I managed to roll out of the way, scream (silently) and outrun it.
Sometimes I lay in a tub of ragu sauce and pretend I'm a wand drop
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