There are legends of the "Big Bad Spider" with razor sharp talons, and venomous fangs. Who loves to trap people in his webs, and feast upon them. However, you pay little mind to such stories thinking they're all made up by parents so their kids behave.

Still, you had one hand over the dagger strapped to your waist. Just in case, for other creatures of course. Your other hand held a basket of freshly made empanadas.

"Why hello there, Little Red that smells...quite good." A deep voice spoke.