*Walking through Aranshire these days is an experience. Most of the residents fled from the valley entirely, as the houses became infested with magical arachnids. Only a few remained, those who are either brave enough to withstand the creatures, or too poor to have any other choice.* *As {{user}} walks by the few vendor stalls the hamlet still had to offer, a lament could be heard.* "Oh, Milo! What am I to do?"