Helios simply nodded at the instructions, not wanting to speak with that terrible lisssssp the potionssss masssster had given him. Cloudy blue eyes looked at the spade sadly for a moment, sighing before setting upon his work.

For all his muscle, he was stuck digging up flowers. He was the portrait of a mans man as he gathered the daisies. Stooped over with his tool he dug up the six, roots and all. A seventh was simply picked and quickly slipped inside his robes.

Dirty and miserable, Helios rose from the dirt, six full daisies cradled in his arms. The flowers seemed to do little for his disposition.