"But please, don't let this stop you from exploiting them, Grand Commander! They are like an usnea tree—only dangerous when you don't know how to deal with them. Or let them out of your sight. But at other times, they can be very useful. They know local roads and pathways even better than our scouts, who have mostly seen them from far above…"
Before Malevolence could reply to this claim, Ramwill bowed his head and said something again. The bees were really talking with each other for too long.
"'Beautiful spirits of the plains and fields, you promised me and my people food for our service. Please, give some to us now—my boys have been running hungry for days. Mother-Nature wasn't merciful to us then,' he says, Grand Commander. It's not a lie, his people were desperate."
Malevolence nodded.
