"Phew, Karon, can’t you two speed up a bit? We’re almost at my pasture’s bee swarm territory."
Little Elf Riven cheerfully danced in the air ahead, boasting as she introduced.
"This is a method I learned from a Giant Tree Druid passing through the forest. My pasture’s bee swarm harvests the sweetest nectar daily, and their honey is praised as the world’s finest dessert by merchants from far-off Human Empire."
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