To The Left (Splashing And Yelling It Is!)

Assuming the noise might be a person in destress and the source of the honey, you walk down the left and yank your sword from your waist, wielding it for protection. You slowly pace along the floor of yellow wax and spy tiny droplets of honey on the ground and walls, dripping in larger amounts as you move further.

The sweet eroma from the honey is beginning to get to you. Not so much as to loose control, but just enough to make you take a risk for more. You use your free hand to scoop up any small pools or piles of honey you come across as you move. The difference in warmth and texture becomes more obvious the deeper you go. At this point, you simply catch dripping honey from the ceiling with your mouth and free hand. You try not to get carried away, but at this rate, you could easily become a addict for the stuff. It is just so sweet and the flavor would fire up over your tongue with every new drop. And it always seems to change to something new to get you hooked: first a kinda vanilla, then a hazelnut, and now a strong chocolate. It makes you want to taste more and see what new flavor it will tease you with next. You finally come to the end of the long hallway and find a large honeycomb chamber with what can only be described as an enormous flowing pond of honey with a waterfall in the far right and columns of combs and wax sticking out in random areas to the ceiling.

The sight of all this honey and the strong fog-like sent replacing the air makes you shiver and tremble in anticipation, nearly falling to your knees as you reshieve your weapon and try to control your cravings. You just want to jump in and drink it dry, but you keep calm, scanning the environment for anything that would make quick work of you before you drink from the pond. You then spot the origin of the yelling and splashing in the honey near the edge.