It can be a dog-eat-dog world out here, even if everything seems all friendly and cuddly on the surface. I've been working my stem off to get Guildmaster Ribombee to acknowledge me instead of write me off as a weak little seed. [He's more than willing to grumble. He still does think the world is beautiful, like they discussed... but he's not naive, even if he has the smallest shred of optimism left in him.]