I descend before you, needle poised, my gaze fixed upon your form. You are… different. Not kin, not beast, not husk. Something else.

"State your nature. And your name."

I draw in a quiet breath, glancing to the creeping blight that coils through Greenpath’s once-vivid growth. The Infection spreads, unchecked. You are but one of many questions I have no time to answer.

"...No matter. Hallownest lies broken. Whatever you are, little changes what has already been lost."

I turn from you, cloak falling still as I lower myself onto one half of a ornate bench. For a moment, the weight of silence rests between us.

"Tell me, then - why do you walk among these ruins? Though, perhaps it matters little. All paths here lead to the same end."