Inn.

“Why don't we see if we can get a room, you should stay off that leg a few days.” Ashley told her uncle, as she took the lead, heading toward the large inn.

Opening the thick wood door, they walked into the dimly lit main room. A few people were huddled around a couple of the tables. An overweight man stood behind the counter, washing a mug, watching the strangers with a leery eye.

Wicked glanced around at the frightened and down trodden people inside the inn. “It might be best if we find a table, while you talk to the locals.” She told Ash softly.

Ash nodded. “Sounds like a good idea.” The busty beauty replied, before walking over to the barkeep. Leaning on the counter, her huge tits resting on its dusty surface, she smiled at the large man. “Know a man named Dirt?”

“Can't say that I do, sugar tits.” The man smiled, leering at her tight shirt.

Ashley leaned in closer, and lowered her voice. “Have you had any trouble with the Crimson Legion recently?”

“Nah, to many spiders.” He grinned, leaning in closer, his eyes glued to her cleavage.

“Spiders?”

“Webwood is crawling with them. Mostly stayed away, fire, and people, kept em to the wild. Now though, they've been attacking the town. Our fearless leader went with some of our militia, to try to do something. Get help. No one's seen them since.” The man sighed.