Trekking deeper north into the old forest, you find greater signs of corruption from the dark forces haunting it presently. Walking into a glen, you find the familiar flora of the forest give way to giant flowers, vines and barks in lewd shapes.

You hear a buzzing noise around. Above, you find a hornet maiden, sitting on her knees above one such flower.

Takes my lance and shield and flies down. I take a defensive stance, questioning whether you are friend or foe with my gaze.