>”Why are you at my hive…?” You weren’t at anyone’s hive last time you checked. You look around once more, only to jump and let out a squeak when you hear a voice coming from seemingly nowhere.
\ yes, hello, hi, i’m not sure what you mean. /
>-|| THE OBSERVATORY. WITH THE GAZING SCOPE. OFF OVER THERE. -->
>So maybe you weren't all that close to the hive, but you were close enough. Loosening your grip on the bow, perhaps they don't quite know what you are talking about. No, they were lying. No one wandered these woods. These were your woods.









