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As the people of Leanniel go about their business under the shady canopy of the Elven forest, the air becomes unusually vibrant. People stop, cocking their heads as they attempt to discern the source of the noise, which soon becomes apparent.

 

Ouity Deathsbane, his cloak torn from tree branches, and a wacky grin on his face, strides through the main square literally covered head to toe in swarming bees. In his arms he cradles five carefully collected branches, each with its own sizable hive on it. Only his head is visible over the honeycomb, and most of that is unseeable through the black insects. Despite his precarious situation, it looks like he's having the time of his life as he totters out of the city with his precious cargo, murmuring under his breath to the small insects, indicating either an ability to communicate with insects, or deep seated schitzophrenia. He eventually makes it past the gates, ever so careful with the strange cargo.

 

"It's okay." He coos. "I'm taking ye somewhere where no magical morons will throw ye like dodgeballs ever agai-... gak! Gerrouta my mouth ye little mother- PFFF."

 

Ouity spits one stray wasp out, which flies around him in a droopy orbit, as if drunk for a few moments before it lands somewhere in the mob. Ouity continues on, off into the sunset, probably to run out of luck somewhere along the line and wind up brutally slain.

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Heial nods at the bee-man as he passes. Thoroughly impressed with the feat.

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Dwyn climbs up into a tree to keep out of his way, smiling and giving a wave "Thank you!" He calls out, glad that this was dealt with.

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Hosper looks at the man who resembles Ouity wandering about with the bees swarming him. Hosper can't help but chuckle as he watches the bees floating lazily about the man. 

 

"Ouity the wolf brings honey for the bear

His love for Isabella carries him without a care

While batty and strange the druids live the same

In the woods with elk and lion never cast a look of blame.

 

"Ouity you old coot. I was starting to think you had grown... normal in your old age. It is comforting to see you are a wild as when I first met you so many years ago.That and I should really stay away from poetry... a bard might come by and cut out my tongue for the poor piece"

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Isabella dumps Ouity for Hosper.

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