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Even Cyril doubted that sleep was possible in this place. He couldn't even settle enough on the bed when they came back to the room, the sounds of an evening storm normally relaxed him but somehow the noise in addition to the overall ambiance of the inn did not settle him at all. So instead of simply laying down, Cyril placed his pillow up against the wobbly headboard and sat up against it. His wet hair was twisted into a loose braid, the hybrid deciding to just close his eyes for a few moments. He was tempted to just light a candle and go read, but he didn't want to risk keeping Selim awake just in case his twin did somehow manage to sleep. So Cyril simply sat there, closing his eyes to rest them while listening to the sounds of the storm each and every thunderclap making his body tense with anticipation.

[Cyril 8]

[Rhidian 9]

"Hi Mr. Wooly." Her voice was barely above a breath, and as sweet as any young girl looking upon something cute. Rhidian gently reached out for the spider, and looked at it fondly. Even if she couldn't make out every detail in the darkened space she still knew they had found the perfect spy for this mission.

She shifted over the hole, just enough to get into position. Which bed should Mr. Wooly visit? One of the demon's was laying down so that would be easier, but the other had his head up which would be oh so soft for their spider friend to land on.

And so, Rhidian positioned it just right and dropped the spider.

Okay, either Cyril was imagining things or there seemed to be something happening in the darkness. He wasn't certain, at first thinking it was perhaps the static in the air from the storm, but then the crawling feeling continued and he snapped upright without any further hesitation. No more was he slouching, his hand was flying to his hair and something furry went flying through the darkness to land only gods know where. "Selim! The light!" He hissed, the performer jumping out of the bed to try to see what the hell that thing had been.

[Cyril 9]

[Selim 10]

At first Selim was keen to believe what he'd seen was a trick of the light until Cyril jerked up. He braced himself with one hand on the bed, still strugglign to get his mind around what was happening, and then realization dawned on him. Selim reached for the candle to light it - or, he would have, if he hadn't over reached and fallen out of bed instead. "Omph!" He landed with a hard 'thud' on the cold floor, his lower half still slumped over the mattress.

"What was it?! What's happening?"

"That's what I want to know!" Cyril snapped his fingers, a flame dancing to life on a candle that he immediately grabbed. The flicking flame only increased the shadows of the room, making his stomach curl as he looked around. "There was something crawling on my head, Selim." The very thought made him disgusted, the hybrid trying to find the source of whatever it was. It was so heavy, but it didn't squeak or anything when he flung it across the room.

"Maybe once this storm is over we can just get an early start on travel." He stated trying to calm down, his fingers tightening around the cool and grimy metal of the candleholder.

[Cyril 10]

[Selim 11]

"I saw something fall on the ceiling before you started moving." Selim tugged his lower half off the bed and shifted around until he was sitting up. His eyes drifted to the ceiling, but even in the glow of candlelight he didn't see any holes or places of entry. So, what was it and where did it go?!

"I don't even care if we wait until morning; I think I'd rather sleep in a tent." He was only half kidding. If his brother said 'go' then Selim would have been the first out the door. As he slowly raised himself onto the bed, first placing his hand on the mattress, it brushed against something fuzzy and he screamed before falling back onto the floor. "IT'S ON THE BED."

"Honestly..." Cyril would hate to stay outside in the storm but at the same time it felt like it would be more comfortable outside. He raised the candle when his twin screamed, panic making his heart twist. "Selim?" Cyril shook his head, trying his best to not scream as well especially once he saw what it was that was on the bed. It was the biggest and most terrifying spider that he had ever seen. This thing was at least the size of ten normal spiders put together! What type of horrifying creatures did this country have?!

"Okay, grab your stuff. Let's ride out the storm." Even though he was composed there was no way that he was going to approach that thing. Cyril kept the candle in front of him, keeping an eye on the disturbing creature with so many eyes and legs. "Don't move too quickly, it looks like it's thinking of going your way."

[Cyril 11]

[Selim 12]

He didn't need to get a look at the spider after having grabbed it with his hand. Grabbing his things at a fast enough pace for his nerves, but slow enough not to upset the spider was challenging. It was only by sheer miracle that he remembered his hair sticks on the night stand. The performer didn't even bother putting them in; he stuffed everything that was loose into his bag, threw a cloak around his shoulders and reached for his boots. "I'll drive the wagon all day tomorrow if I have to we're leaving."

If it attacked he just wanted it to kill him; Selim couldn't handle the stress of this evening anymore! He reached for the doorknob only to stall his hand a half second away when the most ominous sound came from it. For a moment he didn't move, until Selim gathered his nerve and reached for the door. "...Cyril? We're locked in."