[Right][H2][color=#CA9BF7]Fia Blackfire[/color][/H2][/right]
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	The quiet night was just as silent as ever. Fia’s eye’s opened again. Besides the footsteps of the search party, there was not other chatter. The white abomination of a spider really had either scared off any others, or was the apex of this area enough to keep everyone silent. It hardly mattered, but it Fia hoped it meant likelihood of another of its kind to attack, let alone show was low.

	It didn’t take long for the others to find the spider’s hovel, built within the confines of a shallow cave. Filled with webbing and the telltale sign of cocoons storing the arachnid’s meals. When it was all finished, it outcome was mixed. They had found the missing travel hands. Yet, two of them were in unstable condition, and even should they recover would require extra consideration going forward. The one with his leg missing especially.

	“I don’t suppose Roxas could reattach that…” Fia said softly to herself. She looked up as the others gathered around to figure out transporting the incapacitated men back to camp. Gray went about directing the construction of a stretcher, and Vesemir took it upon himself to carry Dimitri. He was clearly tired and perhaps a little irritable. Fia didn’t mention it. It was now reaching dawn, everyone was tired, some were injured, and more were drained of any energy. With Engelbert and the others carrying the injured, Roxas commented on the venom.

	“Actually, darling. I have a traveler’s potion kit. I don’t know if it will have what you need, but it’s something.” said Fia, “I can go about collecting the venom. I’ll catch up with you once I’m done, deary.”