The fact that the gold has not been taken is testimony to Brendan being the first to discover this place in modern times. He takes a picture of the fabulous shrine and feels a presence on his shoulder. One of the big triantula's from the ceiling has descended on a web string and came to rest on his shoulder.
Now, Brendan is an archeologis, not an arachnologist. All he knows is that some south american spiders can be deadly. This one made no move to attack, it looked curious even just sitting still on his shoulder. Suddenly a voice erupts from all around him. "I am pleased," the low feminine voice says.
Not wanting to ignore the triantula, Brendan doesn't look away from it to talk to the person he thinks has just arrived. "Do you know anything about spiders? Like which ones are poisonous?" He asked the mysterious woman he had yet to see.
"Ha ha, but we all are... You, me, we all carry our OWN poisons," the mystery lady assured him.
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