There are regular spiders and then there are Húmabryðja’s spiders. Brynhildur never minded the first type. In fact, she has always been rather fond of arachnids and admired their artful skill at spinning intricate patterns. There is magic in a spiderweb. A mesmerizing balance of beauty and death. It is one of life’s great mercies that human beings are too large to be caught by any normal spider. However, that does not apply to the brood of Húmabryðja. Every now and again a Balance Keeper will venture into the Spider Caves to harvest glowshrooms and return with tales of spiders as big as cats and dogs. The general theory is that as Húmabryðja absorbed more of her spiderlike qualities, bits of her humanity were somehow transferred into her spiderkin, making them grow in size and adapt certain anthropomorphic qualities. Each time a Keeper is spooked, Hrymja will go to great lengths to convince them that the spiders are perfectly harmless and probably just curious. That might well be, but they have never come this far out of the caves before and these spiders are certainly not acting harmless.