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>Hornet: What work do you require of me now to see your service made?

>Caretaker: It's my family's strength you'll need be seeking, bellringer, us three ol' bugs still alive, spread 'cross this kingdom, and that sad soul you're already carryin' there, the last of my poor cousin, dead and drained in those rotten swamps. Each of my family has power, raw, savage stuff. For you, they'll give it, if for their fascination at the act, or the thrill of defiance... or because they have no choice at all. And last, as the base, seek a weapon of Weavers past. Should still be one left, down there in their largest nest, a snare to set a rune'o searing Silk. Our own trap'll be woven tight about it.

The only thing Hornet knew about the trap was that it used Weaver technology and raw soul power from the Snails. She had no idea it'd rip open a hole into The Void. Something she rightfully calls them out on

>Hornet: Cowards. Here you hide, even as you cause your own land's demise.

>Caretaker: You seem displeased, Old One. We only did as you asked, yes? The snare is sprung, the creature consumed.

>Hornet: You bound it to that void!

>Caretaker: Don't play daft. You should well know our family's fixations. Surely you had a hunch?

>Bell Hermit: How else could we hope to trap one of your pale kin? Or see her consumed with such insatiable efficiency?