Rooms

  Roots part from a nearby tunnel into an opening which almost has room to

stand.  The floor is sticky here, and slick, coated with something that

feels like cold blood.  In the darkness, it is nearly impossible to tell. 

There is a loud humming sound, and you can feel insects crawling over your

face, and flying nearby.  It does not take long to realize that you are

standing in the middle of a beehive, and that your hands are coated in

honey.