Sorry for forgetting

//Volcanic Crag encounter
While traversing the fiery crag, you hear a faint buzzing sound in the distance, a noise unlike any you've heard so far in this land. It puts you on guard, but after a few tense moments, you calm down. It seems to be going on uninterrupted, and although you don't know the source, it doesn't seem to want to move around any, given its constant volume, so you don't think it's a direct threat.

Still, as you approach, you can't help be unsettled by the mind-numbing drone.

[say:...vvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvv...]

You shudder. Something about that sound is just disconcerting. Listening to it upsets your balance, as if you no longer know up from down—like you no longer know what to believe. Nonetheless, you keep going, even as every part of you tells you to just ignore it and move on.

[say:...vvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvv...]

You're almost upon it. The volume has risen to an almost obnoxious level, but all you see before you in this blasted landscape is a large rock outcropping. That must mean that whatever's making it is on the other side, so with no other options in sight, you slowly round the obstruction, ready to use your [weapon] if need be.

[say:...vvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvv...]

And then you're there. Before you sits the source of the buzzing—a strange-looking, but oddly attractive insect girl. She has a slim build and light-brown skin, the only thing protecting her modesty being the thick, glossy carapace plating that covers various parts of her body. You quickly note the second pair of arms under her first, but that seems to be the most inhuman thing about her. Her neatly cut black hair is styled into a bob, framing her face nicely—but as you get to this detail, you notice that the noise is unexpectedly coming from her mouth.

[say:...vvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvv— Huh?]

As she stands up, two large shards of chitin fan out behind her, a pair of wings following close behind, though when they start buzzing in agitation, you note that this sound is mercifully pleasant compared to the earlier one. The strange girl looks you up and down, a scowl already forming on her face.

[say:Whose fursona are you?]

What?

Her scowl deepens. [say:I swear to fucking god this place gets worse every day. It's just everyone wanting to do whatever they want, repeating the exact same mistakes that got us here. Look at you. [if (isdemon) {I mean, you're a demon, and you haven't even fucked me yet.|You could have restored things to how they should have been, but instead you just heap on more of the scum poisoning this land.}]]

Well, you're not entirely sure what she's so riled up about, but judging by her expression, you're also not sure you're going to be able to get a cogent explanation out of her. And in any case, she hasn't even told you who—or what—[i:she] is, so it's a bit odd that she's being so demanding of you. Still, you're not going to assume she's speaking in bad faith, so you simply ask for an introduction.

[say:I'm a dung beetle,] she states flatly.

You didn't even know there were dung beetles in Mareth.

[say:Well with all of the shit they're throwing in, should it really surprise you? I mean, the pointlessly scaled-up dungeons were one thing, but the mo—]

Before she can get too far into it, you interrupt her rant by asking what that sound was earlier. Your eardrums almost burst, so you'd like a proper explanation.

The beetle-girl gives you a confused look. [say:It's just pasta.]

You let the silence hang for a few more moments, but all she does is stand there and stare at you like you're an idiot. You're starting to get a bit annoyed, so you ask her what her problem is.

[say:What the fuck did you just say about—]

Alright, you've had enough. But before you can even do anything, the beetle falls straight backwards onto her rump, her limbs twitching sporadically in the air. After your surprise wears off, you peer down at her to inspect further, but all you can see are some large red letters in an unknown script emblazoned on her forehead.

You wait for a bit, but it doesn't seem like she's going to get back up, so you head on your way, a sinking feeling in your gut that whatever just happened, you haven't seen the last of the dung-beetle.