As you push through waist-high ferns and struggle past massive, twisted tree roots, a sudden movement catches your eye. A peculiar-looking humanoid figure bursts out from behind a curtain of hanging vines, making her presence known with a grandiose burst of leaves, swamp water, and mud. Dressed in little else than a waterlogged shirt and a queen's crown perched perched precariously on her head, the leech girl curtsies before you and spins around.