>You follow behind Azura as you proceed towards the cellar entrance.
"I could...um, help if you want," you peep up for a second. "I mean, I know I'm not adventurer but if you really don't want to handle this on your own, I'll go with you. It's perfectly reasonable to be scared of spiders, especially the big ones. Hay, I'm kinda terrified of the idea myself." >Azura stopped for a second and gave you a puzzled look, as if she was uncertain whether your offer of help was genuine or not. Or maybe she was just sizing you up for how useful she'd be >"You'd need a weapon." >A weapon...one of the many things in life you weren't familiar with, unless you wanted to count kitchen knives. You frantically glanced around to see if there was anything you could use as a makeshift weapon. Eventually, you spot a small shovel near the fireplace. It was a bit on the small side, but it was all cast-iron so it'd make short work of any spiders on the receiving end.
"Will this do?" you ask upon returning to Azura with the aforemention instrument of potential arachnid death. >She sighed and shook her head in dismay. "Better than nothing, I guess..." she lamented. >The two of you return to the cellar door and begin the slow process of pushing all the debris aside until the only thing standing between you and your adversaries was the door itself. >"Right...um, if you have a suggestion for a plan of attack, I'm all ears," Azura asks.