IWUAaDNW: Exploit 4.1

"We can't talk about this out here," Tyr cut in. I nodded with my wasp and wiped away my message.

Representatives of Central's king, then. I did want to talk to them and hear what they had to say. But because of the party size limit, there was a maximum of four people who could go inside, which would be, I was guessing, the redhead, the greenette, Tyr and Kamella. Tyr had said he'd protect me if the king’s agents wanted to kill me, but Kamella wasn't a fighter, and I didn't know if Tyr was good enough to take on both of the others at the same time.

Besides, if they were down there, I wouldn't have access to my word wall to talk back. And I also had an idea.

I shook my wasp's head.

"That's... unfortunate," Kamella replied with a frown. "Is there a––"

She trailed off as a dozen wasps and half that number of ants poured from my entrance, the former carrying a precious cargo.

[...]

Webweaver spiders looked like giant huntsmen spiders.

[...]

I had summoned three overnight. Even now, they were toiling tirelessly in my bug chutes, tended after by a good number of normal spiders that fed them and ensured that none of the precious strands were going to be wasted or entangled. I knew from experience that trying to untangle a spider web spaghetti was pretty much impossible.

By the standards of the little spiders I'd worked with before, these three had done an incredible job; in just a few hours of work––or every second of their lives so far––they had produced half a dozen four-by-four square sheets of web, which my wasps carried out with them. And if the quality wasn't the best I'd ever seen, it was still good enough for what I intended to use them for right then.

I set up my ants in a half-circle near the word wall and had each grab the bottom of a web sheet, which the wasps continued to keep up. And, just like that I had made a cozy little tent, about ten feet wide, for us to talk in privately.