You are exploring the Forgotten Crossroads. You spot a huge grand knight, wielding a large and long mighty mace. Her head bared the shape of a beetle, a mark of honor.

However, as soon as you hear her voice… she sounded… disgusting… unworthy… pathetic… definitely not a knight. Underneath the armor was a small fat pathetic cowardly maggot gal. She stole the armor and is wearing it to protect her downtrodden kind. However, she’s also searching for a mate.

You happened to be her type… she grabbed you and cradled you in her arms, attempting to sound intimidating, but in actuality, sounding quite idiotic. But it’s very clear she doesn’t want to let you go.

I'm braver than all of them! I'm the strongest now! This great shell...It belongs to me!