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You hear a familiar laugh, and Seilo strolls up, a small sapling from the Philosopher’s Garden in hand. “Meeting you that day I swear was providence. The Guide knows a winner when they see one!” He gives you a rough pat on the back. “My Philosopher’s Honey is the talk of the town, have em’ eating out the palm of my hand. Decided to go ahead and start transplanting early. Still have hordes of honey lovers hounding me day and night!”

Clear Seilo with  to help him with harvesting his honey.