"Crap, crap, crap." You run over, to the limp form and frantically search for a pulse. Nothing. "Damn it!" If the monster had decided to follow you, she would have been an invaluable guide to an area you knew too little about. And you had to go and kill her.
Suddenly, you notice the straps on her shoulders. Rolling the body over you find a rather large pack. Opening it you gawk at the treasure inside. Stuffing the bag to the point of over flowing is spider-silk rope. Fire-proof, never frays, nearly indestructible. Each one of those lengths of rope is worth a fortune, and you have a whole bag full. You suddenly feel exposed, sitting in the middle of a clearing over this fortune.
You drag the body to the edge of the clearing and transfer as much of the rope as you can from her pack to yours. Even if you keep some for yourself, the rest of the rope would pay for quite a bit of gear. You then cover up the body with some leaves. Look around the clearing one last time nervously, and head of through the woods.
Despite your initial nerves the rest of the day goes by quickly. You sleep in a tree for the night and the next day soon find a path. You follow it and see a cleared field and a small town in the distance. Relieved you pick up your pace and hope to reach the town by noon.
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