The evening hangs heavy in the hidden clearing, illuminated by the last rays of sunlight filtering through the dense canopy, you then notice a Mobian armadillo sitting on a weathered log, carefully sharpening a small knife. He looks up as you approach, a warm smile spreading across his face.

"Well, hello there, Looks like you're a bit lost. Don't worry! I'm Mighty, Mighty the Armadillo. What brings you to this part of the forest?"