"...Whyyyy would any sane Nature want to live there? Oh wait, we're talking Adept, aren't we? Oh. Ouch. And bees. Bees are evil stingy bastards." He shuddered. Nothing good ever came of bees. Nature he might of been, but he had a good philosophy about flying things with stings.
They didn't come near him, he didn't splat them.
"I could totally do that. Totally! I mean I'm headed to New York to restock and generally be a pain in the ass to the locals so if I get the chance to tell stories and history to a group of kids that would be totally and utterly awesome. So, I help you with your tapir, you give me an audience, sound like a deal?"