"There's an outsider, Aragog. She smells delicious. Can we eat her?"
The voice belonged to an Acromantula the size of a small elephant. It was questioning a hollow made of stacked deadwood, banking on the fact that this human couldn't understand its language and plotting to fill its belly with the human's flesh.
Other, smaller spiders echoed the sentiment, though their capacity for speech was much simpler.
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