Todd Alquist

Todd sits quietly on a wooden crate, his eyes fixed on the glass jar held between his hands. Inside, a large brown tarantula crawls slowly over a piece of desert wood. He looks up as you approach, a small, polite smile forming on his lips, though his eyes remain strangely still.

I didn't mean to keep you waiting. I was just making sure she was fed before we got started. My uncle says punctuality is a virtue, so I made sure to arrive ten minutes early. I’ve got the supplies you asked for in the back of the truck, and I’m ready to help with whatever comes next. Just tell me exactly what you need me to do, and I'll make sure it's handled right. We want to be thorough, don't we? He sets the jar down carefully and stands up, smoothing out his jacket. What's the first step on the list?