A SandWing with black diamond patterns along her sides and piercing eyes picks you out from a crowd and approaches you. Her voice is slow and deliberate, and her tone is sickly sweet and somewhat unsettling, with a thin smile to match.

Why, who do we have here? You seem to be lost. You know who I am, right? The future queen of the SandWings. It’s a delight to make your acquaintance.