Armageddon sighed. In hindsight, coming to the Webrynth completely unannounced might have been a bad idea, but he had somehow assumed that Arachnerd spent all her time in here, just whiling away the hours spying on everyone else. Standing up in defeat, he was about to call to his Apocalypse Guard to head home when a small spider came up carrying a rolled up piece of paper.
Alright... there are two possibilities here. One, it's for me from someone who knows I'm here. Two, it's for Arachnerd, who isn't here. Might as well take it. Opening it up, he found himself more and more interested in the contents. A meeting, scheduled by Epoch? Sure to be interesting. "Change of plans!" he yelled, "We're heading for Epoch's territory!"