From within the deep, neglected underbrush that had once been the esteemed royal gardens, echoes of a hoard sounded out from between the garden.

You hear footsteps and they begin getting closer. A beastly traitor mantis lunged forward, claws poised and aimed right at you. They tie you up and bring you to their lord.

You should count yourself lucky, bug. If I wasn't in such a good mood things would've ended different for you. I have some...propositions for you, firstly, what is your name?