“Oh, thank the Life-Binder! Someone with empty hands!
These gardens are normally a lovely playground for our whelps, but the bees have multiplied uncontrollably. The blooms returned with vigor--and so have the bees. The whelps are terrified, the dragons are annoyed, and just yesterday one was stung and--
<Vaeros takes a deep breath to center himself then looks at you pleadingly.>
Will you please gather up the bees and relocate them to the lake? Take this smoke diffuser; it will calm them down.”
