“<Laurel picks out a sad tune on her harp.>
Our groves wilt and wither,
and enemies wait at our gates!
The forest calls out in sorrow,
"Please help us before it's too late!"
<The melody becomes a call to arms.>
O huntsman, now answer our calling!
Ardenweald is in need of your might!
Envoy Blodwyn will give you a mission,
to ride with the Wild Hunt tonight!”
