The ghost that had been haunting the streets of the old Chenive guildhouse was indeed this young girl. However, not every action could be explained away by the frightened Misha. Some still whimpered in terror of the violent, half-eaten corpses discovered across the streets and alleys. Misha could not have known how brutal this legend had been, but she would know very soon.
The legend was Nabol, and the arachnid had caught scent of them.
Nabol knew very little about herself, simply that she was hungry. She had lived for countless years, and had been forgotten by those that once whispered her name in terror. 8 feet wide, she was resilient, toxic, and quite deadly. And now...she was in the room with the three humans.
A gust of white webbing was spat towards Tyvin, engulfing her legs and arms alike in a paralyzing prison. She seemed the most difficult prey, and this was Nabol's instinct. She rushed towards the other two, eager to feed.