It was funny how the timing worked out. The radish was crisp between his teeth and spicy on his tongue, but not to the point of being pungent. The flavour went up his nose like mustard, leaving a hot aftertaste in his nasal passages. It was only after the rogue had swallowed that the radish in his hand started to glow. Not just the radish in his hand, either, but all the others as well, whether picked or still in the ground. Their light was like moonlight reflected, and sure enough the moon was hanging large and low.<br/><br/>At least the radishes weren't poisonous, probably, if the lack of pain in his stomach was any indication. There was an uncomfortable sensation further below, however, caused by the rather large tent in his pants that wasn't there before he started eating the radish.<br/><br/>It promised to be an interesting night...<br/><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">3rd Pharast</span><br/><br/>The next day, after the hijinks with the moonlight radishes were resolved and either remembered fondly or sworn never to be spoken of again, the party pressed on into the jungle following the south-westerly course where the bandit camp was supposed to lie. Gray clouds gathered overhead, threatening rain. The fact that they blocked out the sun didn't help the heat or humidity at all. The air was still with no breeze to ease the heat.<br/><br/>It wasn't long before they came upon a brook, barely ankle deep with a stony bottom, winding between the trees. A game trail ran beside the water. "Halt," Lydia called out quietly, pointing to hoof tracks along the trail. "These look a few days old, headed north. From the spacing, I'd say there were... about six horses." She gave a meaningful nod towards the trail running south. The implication was pretty clear - "The bandits probably have lookouts to warn the camp. How should we proceed?"