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Osiris, son of Hydra. He wasn't the only victim named, but seemed to be the most important. The guardian listened to the explanation in its entirety, nodding along to mentions of the tasks already completed. 

Arcturus's description of the assailants had been crude. Could Hydra give more details? You know how they look like? Ying asked. She wondered if any of them had managed to slip by, camoflauged by her own ignorance.

When I comed here — comed here? — Arcturus said there are three. I don't see anyone, though. She wondered if it would have been better for the trio to remain near. Then, Moonspear would have been able to enact their vengeance and gain closure without the additional stress.

She paused and looked over each shoulder, ensuring that her testimony remained true. They were alone, accompanied only by the prey animals hidden within the brush. Ying looked to Hydra and examined her for a moment, before turning back toward their path. I am here for how long you want, she explained, and I help you, when you need.