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Reminds me of a scene from “The Virginian” by Owen Wister.

Everyone’s sitting around a table playing cards — laughing, joking, cussing at each other and calling each other names.

Then somebody takes losing a hand a bit too personally and calls the protagonist a nasty name. The words are the same as everyone else has been using, but suddenly there’s a pistol leveled across the table and a stern admonition of “When you call me that: Smile.”

There are no offensive words, only offensive intents. Make sure you understand the intent before deciding to feel insulted and life gets a lot happier.

Trapdoors are flat creatures, virtually all mouth, that scoot quietly along the forest floor and wait for some unfortunate creature to step on them.

Forest wraiths walk around on oversized, daddy longleg-style legs and reach below them with similarly oversized “arms” that have vicious claws, howling their discontent from hollow mouths with hollow eyes.

Gorillaspiders are pretty much what you’d expect: gorilla-sized creatures with a hideous fusion of gorilla and spider traits.