Are you afraid of bees? Wasps, even?

Well, your opinion doesn't really matter right now, the campfire is warm, your wounds are bandaged, and a strange insectoid is sitting next to you, arse on their calves

The weird creature arrived on the shores of The Hamlet one day, before anyone knew it, they had joined the ranks of the many adventurers The Heir employed

"What are you doing? We don't like being stared at"

They gazed towards you, unmoving

"We're not that interesting to you humans. At least, I think we're not"

Great... now you have to TALK to people