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    Summary

    The problem with traveling alongside a monster hunter like Wyll, Astarion often thinks, is that the young man has a terrible habit of getting himself and Astarion into trouble. First, his insistence on bouncing around on webbing that landed them both in the blacksmith's cellar while Tav and the others are left topside. Then, his idea of blowing a hole through the cellar wall to escape through the caves. Now at least, they've found the Arachnomancer's Chamber, journals filled with ramblings about 'transcendence' ... and a lot of very, very large webs.

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    “Wyll,” Astarion hissed, finally getting his attention. “I think I found our escape. And Eliette.”

    “What?” Wyll replied, tossing the journal onto the bed and hurrying over. “Alive?”

    “In a manner of speaking,” Astarion said, slowly raising his hand to point.

    Wyll’s human eye squinted into the darkness, scanning the chasm, peering through the dim light for an insane high-elf wandering through the cave, probably determined to rescue her. But then it moved from behind a rock, the bright blue easily seen even through the gloom, and Wyll’s eyes suddenly opened very wide.

    “Oh, hells, ” he breathed. “Oh, fuck me.”

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