Hello General! 

Your favorite ovine reporter here, live from… somewhere deep in Hushwood.

Last time, I tagged along with Princess Dalia to witness the rescue of the princesses of Niroma. What nobody told me is that Hushwood is just a lot of trees that look exactly the same. So, naturally, I got lost. I was about to call for help when something huge swooped over my head without making a single sound.

 

 

Owl Rider: "Hush, little sheep. You'll scare off the bandits."

A giant owl perched on a branch above me, its rider looking down. Then a warrior stepped out from between the trees, carrying a massive axe and riding the biggest stag I have ever seen.

Osnir: "Leave the sheep be. Bandits don't wear ties."

Sheepy: "Thank you! Sheepy, reporter. And you are…?"

Osnir: "Osnir of the Hush Clan, guardian of these woods."

Sheepy: "Never heard of your clan. Who exactly are the you guys?"

Osnir: "That's the idea. Our people are hunters who have watched over this forest for longer than anyone remembers. Linirea has had plenty of wars, but none ever reached Hushwood. Nobody knew there was anything here worth taking."

Owl Rider: "We see everyone who comes in. They never see us."

Sheepy: "Wait… so you've been watching me this whole time?!?"

Everyone: "HUSH."

Sheepy: "Sorry, sorry. So why is the Hush Clan joining the fight against the bandits?"

Osnir: "These woods were peaceful until the Shadow Order came. They set traps on our trails, burn our trees for their camps, and now they've dragged three princesses through our forest. Loudly, too. If rescuing them brings the peace back, then the Hush Clan is on the hunt."

Owl Rider: "And they brought their crows. Crow Alchemists hiding in the trees, red crows circling the sky… Owls and crows have never gotten along. This time, we're settling it."

Sheepy: "Crows… that sounds familiar. Do you know who's leading them?"

Osnir: "We've heard a name whispered around their fires. They call him the Kingpin. His goons talk too much when they drink. He chose Hushwood because no roads lead here, so they thought no one would  follow."

Owl Rider: "He thought wrong. Now the whole clan is moving. Even old Finegas left his grove. That druid hasn't come out of the forest's heart in years, so you know things are dire."

Sheepy: "Oh! Have you seen Princess Dalia? I kind of lost her."

Osnir: "The princess with the purse? We've been following her since dawn. Come. We'll take you to her."

So that's how your favorite ovine reporter ended up riding a stag through Hushwood, with an owl watching our backs. The Kingpin picked the wrong woods to hide in! But that's one interview I'm leaving to you, General. Now go get those princesses back!

Sheepy out!

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