Bees in the Belfry (part 1)

The silhouette of a long forgotten tower juts up from  the flattened plain.  The ground so cracked only the hardiest of plants cling desperately to the fissures in the landscapes surface as the blazing sun inches it’s way to the horizon. The light of the dipping did show that that the tower was a solid silhouette at least and the crumbled walls at it’s base offered shelter from the cold winds that the promise of night held.  

     As the sun dipped below the horizon and the soft hues of dusk began dominating the skyline Evie in the driver's seat watches for Arenel and Rin's guidance  as she cautiously maneuvers the horses and cart into the sheltering walls of what appeared to be an old entryway that lay in the shadow of the tower.

 Being closer to the tower now and not having the blaze of the setting sun in his eyes Rock notes that the tower is not nearly so solid as it  appeared from the distance. Parts of the walls chunked out and missing make the gnome fear for it’s stability if the night winds decided to gust.  In one part cautiousness and three parts curiosity he decides to investigate the tower closer and with a prayer to Selune lifts silently from the ground and glides towards the rickety structure.  

As the small cleric approaches the winds of the plains carry to him a soft buzzing.  The hairs on the back of his neck stand of their own accord as he slows his approach and stops dead just beyond the towers walls.  
Then he sees it.

Just inside a man sized opening.  A mass of honeycomb being crawled on by black and yellow bodies.  One of the black and yellow creatures peels away from the rest and begins an angry buzz in Rocks direction.  The little fellow turns, to late to avoid detection, and shoots like an arrow back towards the rest of the group...