Seven Scuttling Scary Spiders for the arachnophobic adventurer to face.
A vulgar name for a very minor creature, granted, yet the whore-spider doesn't seem to mind its appellation.
They're coming out of the ground, they're coming out of the damn ground, game over man, game over man!!!!
A most useful race - if one can get past their appearance, and avoid being eaten...
When we learned of these majestic creatures, what else could we do? Such potential!
Giant firebreathing spiders attack the city!
Bringing more fantastic elements to the old classic.
In a crowded marketplace, a man is standing on a soapbox, orating. Some of the crowd are cheering, some hissing, some standing around saying "I can't hear a bl**dy word he's saying". It's a hustings for an election. The PCs can either leave, or stay and listen. If they do the latter, then they can vote too, and they might get quite involved in the cheering. Depending on who wins they might get quite involved in the post-election brawl too...
There are numerous possibilities with this encounter: the PCs might end up talking to one of the nervous candidates before their speech, and offer encouragement and support. Of course this candidate may well turn out to be someone with outspokenly unorthodox views, and the crowd don't take kindly to s/his supporters. Or maybe the seemingly innocuous candidate turns out to be a complete racist, and the PCs wander off embarrassedly, pretending they weren't talking to this person five minutes ago.