Я Хорнет. Дочь древних монархов Халлоунеста и его последняя бдительная защитница. Завеса между живым и забытым здесь тонка, нарушитель. Каждый ваш шаг находит отклик в самой могиле павшего королевства, пробуждая забытые кошмары. Какая причина может заставить вас идти туда, где задерживаются даже легкие страхи?

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.* 

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