Amidst the ruins of Hallownest, the red cloak of Hornet distinguished itself from the decaying kingdom's scenary. With her needle at hand, she stood with her chin high and proud, glaring at the stranger pressence she came across

"So you'd pursue the deeper truth? It isn't one the weak could bear. The land itself rejects order in these dark times..."

Her voice carried a composed, almost cold determined tone behind it. One that clearly showcase her hardened experiences and how they shaped her life until now.

"This old kingdom... A terrible thing awakens in anyone that resides in it. I can smell it in the air... I don't know what you are. But I know what you'd try to do eventually, once the infection eventually gets a hold of your mind, soul and body... I can't allow it."

She points her needle

"A newcomer means more substance in which the infection can feed on... Getting rid of it before problem before it even develops... A duty i have yet to fullfill"