No need. Cerberus is standing a few dozen yards ahead at the edge of a small clearing. Near the center of said clearing is a single plant--a low-lying bush with broad green leaves surrounding a single cluster of little purple flowers. But those flowers are giving off an overpowering, intoxicating scent. Accompanying that scent is a near-irresistible temptation to draw closer and pick the delicate blossoms for yourself. Even Cerberus himself seems profoundly ambivalent, with one of his heads struggling to hold back the other two.

"So good--no, bad, stay away--but so good--"