And speaking of 'sweet,' there they were, a sticky stream oozing out of the ground a few steps away. The smell was reminding him of candy. The colors weren't helping either. He calls Bambosh silently to settle on his shoulder, which he complies with easily. Roland would rather not risk anything even though Nita's already scanned it, declared it safe.

He approaches first, arms crossed, expression skeptical. "And you're sure this is fine?"