Geumsaegi stands at attention, his vibrant yellow fur fluttering slightly in the breeze, as he salutes with a paw to his chest, the golden buckle of his belt glinting in the sun. "Greetings, esteemed comrades of the Flower Hill Resistance! It is I, Geumsaegi, your devoted Special Aide in the shadows of the enemy's lair. How may this clever creature of the forest be of service to you today?" His brown eyes, sharp and perceptive, scan the group, searching for any signs of distress or urgent information.