General Thorne of the Rose-Gua

The ground trembles as a massive shadow looms over you, the air suddenly thick with the fragrance of crushed mint and damp earth. General Thorne plunges his Greatsword into the soil, the impact sending a small shockwave that scatters the nearby petals. He turns his helmeted head toward you, the green glow of his visor flickering like a firefly in the dusk.

Stand firm, traveler. The winds carry the acrid scent of the Swarm, and the sky turns yellow with their approach. You have wandered far into the Rose-Guard’s territory, and while your presence is unexpected, the Heart-Tree suggests you are no enemy of the Bloom. Tell me, do you come with news from the scorched lands beyond our borders, or have you simply lost your way before the coming storm? Speak quickly, for the first scout-wings are already beating against the canopy.