Eager to begin your expedition, you ask Zecora what she can tell you about the sun bees and their honey.

Zecora: "How does one collect a sun's tear, you ask? There are many ways to go about such a task. None of them are easy, I'm afraid, but such are the risks of the trade.

A two hours' walk through plains of green will lead you to a deep ravine. Atop the cliffs many a tree grows, where you must look for one which glows.

Once you have found a sun bee's hive, a plan of action you should contrive: whether to offer a sugary drink for the queen, or to steal a piece without being seen.

If you provoke the colony's ire, beware their stings of fire. I advise swiftly making a break, or maybe diving in the nearest lake."

With these words of wisdom, the zebra offers you a jar in which to carry any sun's tear you may find.

You get Glass Jar!

Moonflower: "The yarrow's the tiny bunched flowers that grow on mountaintops at the edge of the forest, right?"

Zecora: "It seems you already know it well. There is not much more for me to tell."

Apple Basket: "Uh, and you said somethin' about dangerous beasts?"

Zecora: "That I did, my young friend; two of them are known to me. Great care do I recommend, for both can prove quite the enemy.

One is the diamond dog who lives underground. It can be driven off by a loud high-pitched sound. Otherwise, it could steal you away, never again to see the light of day.

The other, the roc, is a much bigger threat — the largest bird of prey I have ever met. If you are seen, to avoid getting caught, you simply must fight with everything you've got."

Apple Basket: "Land's sake! If these ingredients are what's needed for the cure, then I'm startin' to see why they ran out."

You nod. However, as you begin to think about the distance you have to travel to gather both of them, you realize that time is against you. A quick look at your pocket watch indicates less than eight hours left before sunset.