Kirby is walking slowly and carefully through the forest, trying to stay in the same direction, whatever direction that might be. The cool, damp forest isn't silent, but the noises of birds and squirrels are strangely subdued.
Then, as he continues, Kirby hears the faint sound of weeping off to his left.
The weeping pauses, and a sob-wracked woman's voice drifts through the trees: "Oh! Woe is me, for mine is a terrible plight! A stranger has found me in my distress, and shall do I know not what!"
"Ah, kind and fortunate stranger, your speech is puzzling! Pray, come closer that we may speak without all the forest hearing, for I have no wish to add to my distress!"
Kirby feels the sun dappling warm on his face as he approaches the woman, who is still hiccoughing gently with the weight of her despair, but no longer sobbing.
"I bid you such poor welcome as I may," she says. Her voice is really rather musical. "Alas! That I can offer you no refreshment. For I am in great distress."
It sounds like she's sitting or lying on the ground, maybe in the middle of a clearing? There's sun overheard and Kirby doesn't feel the trees as closely or hear the birds directly overheard.
"Oh, then you are a most great and powerful hero! Indeed, it was most foolish of me not to see this before! Ah, that the gods should smile upon me in my hour of need and send such a man to aid me in my distress!"
@trogdor "Any princess would, indeed, O brave prince! For a man of honor and sinew is of worth beyond price, when a crown is also near to his head. For such a valuation, even one in such calamity as myself might find herself brave!"
"Oh, no, good sir, you do yourself a disservice. A hero such as yourself (for surely only a great and brave hero would come willingly to this place!), albeit of common stock, must never wish himself ordinary!"
[Okay, so I'll take over your voice for a bit to deliver that.]
Kirby's voice deepens, and his face shifts into something very un-Kirby-like. "The child Sindaria is on the western path to the home of Morwen the Witch."
A great whoosh of wind and a crack of thunder shakes the clearing, the birds rise from the trees with a clamor, and the princess's replying scream rises up toward an octave normally reserved for dog whistles.
