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She turns around to show a cut on her face, around three or four inches in length, Garris guesses running across her forehead which is now leaking blood over the dirt. Garris’s spine chills as he realizes how attractive blood is nowadays in the middle of a forest. Garris takes his bag out, then finds some herbs he applied to her face, all the while she just stays silent. He takes out some sowing supplies and attaches a needle to it. “ this is gonna hurt, quite a bit too.” She stabs her forehead skin, and begins sowing up her open wound. She fails to flinch even for a second, which strikes Garris as strange. She finally opens her mouth and speaks, “you are a valiant warrior, who is your people?” Garris is taken aback by this question, “my people threw me out, I have no people.” She frowns, “ I’m sorry to hear that my valiant knight.” Garris looks almost offended, responding with, “ I am no Knight, I am a ranger of mount Forge, and as you can see I am far away from home. Her eyes widen, “ mount Forge? My, that destination is the birthplace of the locusts!” Garris looks confused, “what?” She dawns a concerned look upon her face, “you know of this threat, have you not seen a locust before today?” She points to the creature and Garris stops sowing up her hair and shakes his head. “Are they all as lustful as this one?” Garris asks to which she replies, “no, that there is one of the lust locusts I presume.”

“Hold on now, what exactly is a locust?”