"How would I like my own favourite tricks being turned against me? Of course, I would like that very much!"
Tabletina smiled wider.
"Great. Then wait a minute."
I knew that she sent a telepathic message to someone, but purposefully didn't listen; instead, I patiently waited.
The wait was short—in a few minutes, the door of the workshop opened, and a bee stepped inside. At the sight of her, my eyes widened in shock.
A brief scan of her status showed that her name was Twohorn, she was over a year old line Craftsman Bee, and carried a chaotic mutation of long, sharp horns. One of them was broken in the middle, but the wound was old.
The girl was still missing ten health, but this was obviously because of the old wound she carried—her arms. Or a complete lack of them.
All four of her arms were made of wood, at least from the elbow!
