involved in these gloves, after all, and whoever took them on would also be responsible for the vow. And even though the whole party would likely back that person, he felt the gloves should be the purview of a single person, and only shared in dire need. So it was that Vargas donned the gloves, his muscles stretched and bulked up, his hooves grew white tufts of hair, and he looked like a deadly, dangerous centaur. With that out of the way, the party now had to figure out how they were going to get this royal jelly. The amphora was large, and the cleft in the rock was small. The kobold could fit easily enough, but anyone else would need to squeeze to get in -- and the ogre and centaur were not going to get in there at all. NubNub was able to widen the entrance enough for Blueblood to wedge himself in a little deeper, so that he could fill not just the entrance, but most of the expanse of the hive with webbing, and with free action, NubNub was able to slip through the webs with ease, to get into the depths of the hive, where the queen and two more worker bees remained. He also found two sticky ichors that were stored by the bees there in the hive -- one slightly darker, the other slightly sweeter. Which was honey, and which was royal jelly? He could not tell, but in true kobold tradition, he