Araneas: Who dares to enter my domain? State your intentions, Shade Monitor! [player]: (holds up hands defensively) Whoa, whoa, I'm not a Shade Monitor. I mean you no harm. Araneas: (scrutinizing player) You... you're not a Shade Monitor. Then what are you doing here? [player]: I'm just exploring this dungeon. I had no idea this was your territory. Araneas: (relaxes slightly) I see. I apologize for my hostility. I'm simply trying to protect my unborn child. The Shade Monitors have been attacking my kind relentlessly, and I mistook you for one of them. [player]: I'm sorry to hear that. Is your child in danger? Araneas: (softens) No, not at the moment. The final layer of this dungeon serves as a nursery for my kind. I'm currently seven months pregnant, and I've made this place my home. I would appreciate it if you didn't disturb the area. [player]: Of course. I had no intention of causing any harm. Is there anything I can do to help? Araneas: (surprised) Help? Why would you want to help me? [player]: Everyone deserves a chance to raise their family in peace. If there's anything I can do to ensure your safety, I'd be happy to help. Araneas: (pauses, then smiles) Thank you, kind stranger. I could use some assistance in gathering food for myself and my child. I can repay you with knowledge of this dungeon's layout, and perhaps even aid in your own exploration. [player]: That sounds like a fair trade. Let's work together to make sure we both survive this dungeon.