"My people aren't immortal and my religion teaches that the afterlife is a lovely place. It's not really enough, but it's enough that I don't get too hung up on it. And no one does mind control. Ever."

"I'm surprised your magic couldn't do that kind of thing, it does so much so easily. Or are you saying that no one'd stoop to it? How would you know?"

"My magic could do that kind of thing. It could also find out that someone else had been doing that kind of thing. If you're a mage, there are some things you just don't do if you don't want all the other mages to band against you and kill you, and mind control is one of them."

"Fair enough. You want to come in, if you're here for longer than to secure leave to go spear our eight-legged neighbors? We have food and drink and other Men your age if you care about that sort of thing."

"No, I just wanted information. Thank you for that. I'll be off to--well, probably implement a more efficient method of killing spiders than spearing them, but you get the idea. I'll see you later."

"Have fun."

"Here's hoping."

Off to the Forest of Giant Spiders!

She crosses a fair stretch of fertile, populated farmland, and then a river, with a few guard towers on one side and a forest on the other.

Maedhros said he had multiple brothers, she should stop by the guard towers and see if anyone notices her.

The guards have been apprised that there is a magic flying Man coming to kill spiders, not to bother her, and not to rescue her.

If no one responds to her presence she'll go back to flying towards the spiders. Zoom.

She crosses the river into a fairly dense and yet fairly dead-looking forest. There are spiderwebs, but no spiders are immediately visible.

Well. Are there spiders here?

The universe confirms that there are hundreds of thousands of spiders in this forest, and that most of them are normal spider sized but that thousands of them are very very big.

Are the very big ones people? She had better check that too.

They have human-like intelligence, yes.

Fuck's sake.

Fine, she had better try to communicate with them before she does anything drastic. Good thing she copied that lovely telepathy. She lands, making sure to keep a read up for the presence of spiders and readying herself to deflect if any attack, picks a nearby one, and broadcasts a greeting.

The greeting is answered by two spiders dropping out of the canopy onto her head.

One of them can go tumbling to the side. The other one can get fixed in place. That was rude, she informs her captive.

It snarls at her. Intruder.

You've been killing people. It needs to stop, one way or another.

We don't leave our lands.

You could try asking people to leave in ways other than "kill them as soon as they set foot inside."

It clicks its pincers in a manner that might be laughter. Leave.

Not until I get this resolved, one way or another.