Take the fruit.

Dago approached the tree with some interest and grasped a mature looking fruit. It had a faint red skin, if he pulled it close to his eyes. It smelled vaguely of honey and something else that smelled very familiar to him. Almost like something he should be able to name. Without a thought, he brought the fruit to his mouth, unaware of his surroundings.

Suddenly, he heard voices coming down from the tunnel he came into. He quickly shoved the fruit in his jacket pocket and turned, ready for a fight. Two women, both with blindfolds and canes over their eyes came into the cavern with the tree. They both perked up their noses and sniffed a little bit.

“Leopold!” the blonde one cried, “How could you run off without us like that. You knew the master asked us to harvest the fruit together. How very naughty of you. Now that you have it, we can’t take anymore!”

Dago didn’t know who Leopold was, but apparently he smelled like him. He wasn’t who these women were, but he figured he should play along. He opened his mouth to say something, but the brunette woman came up to him and took his elbow.

“Come along, the master will be very upset if we are late for dinner. We still have so much to do!” she chided.