This is Sherma
Sherma:Oh hear me pray, please hear me sing, My path's ahead, but here's the thing, I can't squeeze past, o gate of bone, so please wake up, and help... oh? Hornet: Why do you sing, little one? This bony gate seems like a poor audience. Sherma:Oh, but of course I sing! I am Sherma, a pilgrim just like you. I hear the call of the Citadel just like every other devout soul. But look here! As soon as our sacred journey begins, we are tested. This huge gate stands between us and the way forward. Only holy prayer and song will open the way! In this kingdom, even mighty bone is moved by music! Join your voice with mine, red maiden! You, me, and my lucky chime will sing together until the great gate opens!
