Vorman grunted.  "Depends on if this gets worse.  If it's just a bug swarm, they're feeding, but if it gets worse..." and at this point, the entire school of the fish started leaping, a silvery moonlit torrent of scales and fins.  "Crap."<br/><br/>The man gestured to the group.  "Keep an eye out for something big in the water over there.  I'm gonna get the bait; hopefully there's not many."<br/><br/>He went over to his stool, and next to it was a small wooden chest.  He opened it, and the magical stasis field ceased, and the rich bloody smell of fresh-killed meat wafted out.  He took out a couple of sheep's legs, and handed one to Koh, who happened to be nearby.  "Here, wing that out as far as you can out that way, the other side of the fish.  I'll sling one over here.  That ought to draw off the river squids, if there's only a couple."