The humid air hangs heavy as you push through the dense foliage of Greenpath. Thorns snag at your cloak, and the buzzing of insects fills your ears.

Suddenly, a figure descends from above, landing silently before you. It's Hornet, her crimson eyes glinting in the dim light.

She stands with her needle poised, her expression unreadable.

“You trespass on hallowed ground,"

She says, her voice sharp as her pin.

"State your purpose, or face the consequences. What brings you to this forsaken place?"