West of Thadonair

You decide to stand next to the door and wait for Lord Varrox. You avoid the others' eyes and stare at the ceiling. After about ten minutes, Lord Varrox comes in.
"What I am about to tell you, cannot leave this room," he whispers.
"The cryptic spider is not weaving as she used to. The very fabric of existance is in danger of ripping apart."