"Don't worry, the spider is friendly. I'm not even sure if our group has a name, anymore, to be honest. I've sort of lost track in all the confusion. I was recently 'promoted' to leader when our last leader left. I'm sure that instills you with as much confidence as it does me.
As for our next move, I have no clue. This prophesy seems so vague, that it appears impossible to 'protect' you from it. From what I can tell, you could end up stepping on a bug without knowing it and marrying some cute girl from down the street and fulfill it. Now, because you're on a short timeline for when it's supposed to be fulfilled, I'm fine keeping an eye on you and trying to protect you from any danger that happens. It's just, well... I have no clue what's going to happen or how to react to it. I have no way to seek it out, so... I guess we just... wait?"
Mustave looks around at the rest of the guild to see if they have any better idea, but he isn't holding out much hope, as all of the answers they got just lead to more questions.