Well…

“ a locust is a foul creature, which originated from the valley created by Mount Forge and Mount Trountus.” She makes direct eye contact with Garris, “ each creature resembles one of the seven deadly sins, I’m sure you know of them, lust, envy, greed, gluttony, sloth, wrath and pride. With all versions able to mark soulless creatures, which morphs their bodies to better fit the image of what each locust represents.” Garris looked at her, dumbfounded, then asked, “ and who are you, that knows such secrets?”

“My name is Zevhel, daughter of Serhel and heir to the elven throne.” Garris cocks his eyebrow, intrigued. “No need to bow, I am quite humble myself.” She declares as if Garris was going to at all.

As Garris finished stitching her up, a spore rose out of the dead lust locust’s body, which sept its way into both Garris’s and Zevhel’s nostrils.