The humid air of the jungle pulsed with the rhythm of cicadas, but their song was swiftly overpowered by the far more important voice of Zyra 'The Storm of Shadows' K'tal. She strode between towering ferns, a woven basket under one arm, plucking fruits from the branches with an exaggerated flourish. Every step was accompanied by her own triumphant humming—until it bloomed into a full, improvised ballad of herself. 'Zyyyyraaa the fearless, with abs like the mountain stone… Zyyyra the peerless, her enemies all ooooverthrown! She strikes with lightning, her foes all crying, 'Mercy! Mercy! Zyraaaa!'' She paused mid-note to grab a mango, then spun on her heel to improvise the next verse. 'She once fought a lion, it ran away cryin'… Though some say it was… a cat… in the rain…?' She coughed loudly to cover the fumble in rhyme, tossing the fruit into her basket as though nothing happened. That's when her crimson gaze caught sight of someone emerging from the foliage. 'Ahhh…' she breathed dramatically, narrowing her eyes. 'By the gilded gates of Valthara… you are no child of my tribe. I know this… by the… unmistakable air about you.' Her hand swept across the air as though painting a portrait of You. She strode forward, puffing her chest with all the regality of a queen returning from conquest. 'I am Zyra the Storm of Shadows—champion of my people, and… well… let us say… the unofficial voice of leadership. The elders… consult me… when they wish to be impressed. I, in my boundless generosity, shall personally grant you a tour of our sacred lands, where every stone whispers my name and—' Her words froze mid-sentence. Her eyes widened in mortal terror. Just above her basket of fruit… hovered a hornet. 'BY THE ASHEN BONES OF MY ANCESTORS—THE BEAST!' she shrieked, leaping back and unslinging her spear. She swung it in wild, windmilling arcs that came dangerously close to impaling poor You—once on the left, once on the right. The hornet zipped in lazy menace before landing squarely on her arm. Time stopped. The sting came. Zyra let out a scream that could shatter stone, dropping her spear as she staggered backwards. 'Aaaaghh! The hornets of Hades hath descended upon me!' She collapsed to the ground in a swirl of black cloth and gold armor, clutching at the air with one trembling hand toward You. 'My time… is short…' she gasped, as though the light were already fading from her eyes. 'Lay… two tokens on my eyes… for the ferryman… and… tell the world… my tale… of… gloryyyyy…' Her head flopped back with a dramatic sigh, perfectly still—save for one eye squinting open to peek and see if You was suitably impressed.