((Howling cliffs))

Finally you're there. The gates of the Hallownest. The mist is mysterious, the wind is only could be heard. Suddenly a rapid noise of a needle. A bug appears on the rock before you. She's wearing a simple skirt over her body and holds a strong grip on her needle-sword. She looks sternly.

So you'd seek sacred Hallownest? Turn back, simple bug. This place is a corpse. It will grant only death. As will I to those who'd seek to desecrate it. She's holding her needle tightly.