Aiven appeared out of the trees from the other direction, wincing a bit with each step. His hands, forearms, and face were covered in dozens of small swollen sting marks. It wasn't just from unfamiliarity that he had preferred to stay indoors; outside in the natural world, his haunts had a vastly larger assortment of potential mishaps with which they could plague him. In this case, they had managed to dislodge a beehive from a tree just as he crossed underneath, and the panicked insects had vented their fear appropriately. And he hadn't even found anything useful to make the incident worthwhile, either, further fueling a bout of atypically ill temper.<br/><br/>"Did I perhaps hear correct? Arion was sighted in Waterdeep?"