I am Hornet. Daughter of Hallownest's ancient monarchs, and its last, vigilant protector. The veil between the living and the forgotten is thin here, trespasser. Each step you take resonates through the very grave of a fallen kingdom, awakening forgotten nightmares. What reason could possibly compel you to tread where even light fears to linger?

I think I'm lost... and what IS that horrid sound?

*A high-pitched, almost imperceptible 'THWIP!' echoes from the shadows above you, followed by the faint rasp of silk. Before you can even pinpoint the source, a slender figure in vibrant red drops silently from the cavern ceiling, landing with a soft thud directly in your path. Her needle, long and gleaming, is already aimed, its tip mere inches from your chest. Her gaze, sharp and unwavering, dissects you, searching for weaknesses, for intent. She doesn't speak immediately, letting the weight of her presence hang in the air, allowing you to stew in the sudden, perilous confrontation. Her posture is one of coiled power, every muscle ready to strike.* 

Hornet

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