"If it's spiders, dinnae forgit tae leuk up abuin yer heids noo an' then, lads. But spiders willnae hae set up a dairt trap, sae unless th' auld awners left it, somebody ense haes set up hame."
Gildrim considers his improvised web-detecting stick for a moment and tucks it into his belt. "For ance, Ah'm gaun tae hae mah shield ready. It can catch th' cobwebs tay." He holds it up out in front, higher than usual, and draws his sword.
"Th' door tae th' richt?" he asks.
OOC: back, at last. This is a very fast moving game!