The High Priest had answered all the questions that Garoth needed, whether he realized it or not. Scheduling ceremonies a bit too early, allowing him to tread on sacred ground without a second thought yet not being willing to spare a single maiden. Or rather, not being willing to let Lily talk anymore. He would have burst into the room to save the girl if the wolf hadn't beaten him to it. Now that the two of them were out in the open, Garoth calmly walked forward shaking his head. "For all the caution a secrecy you used setting this little trap of yours up, you really suck at keeping your cool. Here I was thinking I was going to have to use my brain, and you just walk in and give me all the answers." His hand tensed up as he prepared a slash that would tear through the spider's exoskeleton. "Instead of just letting the girl tell me what I already knew, you played too aggressively and gave yourself away. Hell, even if the wolf did sniff you out, who would the village believe, their High Priest or an [i]unbranded spirit[/i]?" He eyed the wolf as he emphasized those last two words, indicating that would still have some business to take care of once the spider was killed. "I was hoping to tell my guild buddies about an epic fight I won all on my own, but in the end, all I'll be able to say is that I squashed a bug. I'm really disappointed in you."

With that, Garoth dashed forward in a blur, aiming a vicious slash at the spider's face to end it in one blow. He had seen the monster fire stingers at the wolf and was wary of those as he approached, even though he always carried some herbal remedies with him on missions for situations such as these. Before the spider could even lift it's abdomen to fire another round, though, Garoth's hand was already tearing away at the creature's body. The blow cracked the exoskeleton like a fragile egg shell, tore through all eight of its eyes, and annihilated whatever it had that constituted a brain. Even if the nerves wished to make the body thrash a bit, the body would be limp within seconds. Garoth then gave his hand a quick flick, sending the blood flying off, and then turned to the wolf. "So, why don't you have a brand?"