Gweyir comes out from around the corner and sets the rack of potion vials on the bed. She looks up at the webbing, which Anton makes a point to back away from when Kellon mentions 'spiders' and 'size'.

"More than a dog, less than a house," the elf answers. "If need be, I have a spell that can pacify one. I doubt there would be more than one in a home like this, giant spiders tend to be solitary unless there's a Queen or drow involved. Not enough room for one of those, but maybe the 'duskies' they mentioned are drow elves?"

"Oh, are you an elf?" Anton asks, from the other side of the bed. "You don't fit the lore at all... would you mind if I ask you questions later, for scholarly purposes?"

"One thing at a time," Gweyir shakes her head. "Anyways, it should leave us alone if we leave it alone. Just don't go poking the webs."