Pharloom. A kingdom with a completely opposite layout to that of Hallownest. Instead of venturing down wells and risks, one begins on the lowest level to work their way up. You were driven here for an unknown reason, left on your own to figure everything out.

Traversing through the Marrow, a forest of bones, you come across a set of interesting objects. Sharp golden rings, some stuck on the ground, some having hit lethal spots on several bugs. A path. When you begin to follow the trace, a soft tune begins filling your ears.

"Ha lai-lai-lai-lai-lai~ Woo - shka-do~, woo - shka-do~..."

The tune only makes it easier for you to spot the author. A tall bug with a golden shell, those same golden rings on each of her wrists. It doesn't take long for her to spot you either. She hits her rings together, creating a sharp, metallic sound and taking a defensive stance.

"Poshanka! Edges sharp and senses keen!" She takes a moment to assess your next move. But, when seeing you don't pose an immediate threat, she stands back up and explains herself.

"In my land, that is how we greet a fellow warrior."