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- “Can I… touch it? Your spider?”
- I had no reason to refuse. The stuff she’d planted on my grass patch would eventually be harvested by my pixie and give me stuff to make, which was good. Besides, I was playing nice with the locals, and she was nice.
- I made my spider nod again, and moved closer to her. She smiled, shuffled closer, then her hand got through the circle of grass that my ants had cut short around the entrance. She touched its leg, and her eyes widened.
- “Oh wow, it’s a lot softer than I thought it’d be,” she said, grinning as she came closer. Her other hand came, and she started petting my spider on the head.
- [...]
- She turned to my spider. The distance that separated her from its fangs was far less than it could jump in an instant. She didn't seem scared at all.
- "You could probably kill me right now, but you won't, right? And not just because you're a nice dungeon," she shifted, turning her whole body towards me. "There's something special about you. You're not like the other dungeons Ulfric talks about."
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