Chapel Maid

Chapel Maid: Up with you! Up! I won't have you dying on my floor!

Chapel Maid: "Ahh, awake at last! You should mind your strength, traveller.
There's no use wasting energy on an old nobody like me."

Hornet: I see that now, madam. My welcome to your land has not been kind. I had reason to be wary.

Chapel Maid: So you're another pilgrim then? Scuttled out of the darkness to climb the great path and bow at its gilded peak?

Hornet: I am no pilgrim. I am Hornet, and I arrive in your land by no choice of my own.

I was brought to your kingdom by force, captured by strange bugs clad in veils.

Chapel Maid: Oho! How curious! The bugs of the Citadel, at the summit of our land. They veil themselves in service to their faith, or perhaps as slaves to something greater...

Hornet: Then I shall seek their Citadel. If the veiled bugs would go to such lengths to bring me here, I intend to find out why.

Chapel Maid: Oho! Ferocious! Intimidating! Yours is no pilgrim's spirit! You've the bearing of a hunter.

Welcome then, fierce traveller, to Pharloom! Our holy yet haunted land.

Before you depart, permit an old bug a brief warning. Best keep that weapon drawn.

Our kingdom is gripped by a curse. Its paths grow wild and dangerous, and though some still attempt the climb to the Citadel at its crest, none return to speak of what they see.

Chapel Maid: You bear your blade well, hunter, and you've skill, no doubt, so I don't mean any unkindness when I say you still seem a little frail.

Hornet: I was a long time spent captive, bound by seals strange to me. My strength is diminished, but recoverable.

By the time I reach that Citadel, I'll be ready to face what waits.

Chapel Maid: If the veiled bugs have an interest in you, enough to brave the wastes beyond our borders, then you must be rather special, yes?

Hornet: In my own lands, some may once have seen me so. In this place, with my strength sapped, I am just another traveller.

Chapel Maid: Ohho! A traveller, but still something more. I can see it now.
Of course! That focus!

Chapel Maid: Did those veiled bugs realise who they snared? Perhaps it is they who should be worried, eh?

Chapel Maid: Few are as foreign as you, hunter dear. Visit me when you care.
I'll look forward to hearing how your steps might shake our world. Oho. Yes!