The Curious Diary of Ramses Niblek

Today I saw a giant spider! Not like trantula big. Not like banana spider big. I’m talking bigger than a house big!

Well, hold on. I mean, it wasn’t bigger than all houses. It wasn’t as big as the manor houses just outside town. Definitely bigger than an outhouse, though! Certainly a lot bigger than my room at the inn. Smaller, though, than McGreary’s house at the end of the street. Smaller than the smithy. I think. So, somewhere between my room at the inn and the pub at the corner of Canal and Wallace.

Not the big pub on the west side of the street. The smaller one on the east. The one that makes mead from caramelized honey. Oh, and they make pasties with minced lamb. And tea cakes. And they have a rat family that guards the basement. I’m not sure from what, but they get seriously uptight when you start down the stairs in search of the orb that dropped out of your pocket. The one that showed up in your pouch a few days after visiting the bookstore with the fortune teller in. Seriously, they have the best pasties!