five grains of sand
[Raistlin is in the middle of reading one of his spellbooks, his window open to let the cooler night air in, when the spiders start drifting in. he's oblivious to them, at first ... but then they start to crawl quietly across his open book, and up onto his hand. he lifts his hand and watches them curl around his fingers, then gently brushes them off onto the table]
Well, little ones. There certainly are a lot of you. Where are you coming from...? I can't have you getting into my spell components.
[and with that, he'll start looking around his room, using the light from the Staff of Magius to check the darker corners and the cracks in the stone on his floor]
Well, little ones. There certainly are a lot of you. Where are you coming from...? I can't have you getting into my spell components.
[and with that, he'll start looking around his room, using the light from the Staff of Magius to check the darker corners and the cracks in the stone on his floor]