<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/llVdY71.png)</div>Oleg strung up the corpses of the four bandits on a tree further down the road, far enough away to avoid the smell, but still close enough to send a message to any more would-be bandits who would try robbing the trading post again. A little piece of law and order had finally descended upon the Stolen Lands... though there was plenty more to go. The Levetons sent off the party with their blessing, and promised them a hot meal and warm beds when they returned.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The forests of the Stolen Lands were trackless and densely vegetated, but crisscrossed with game trails and numerous clearings. The trees consisted of oaks, beech, rushleaf, and smaller scrub. Heading west into the Narlmarches, the explorers made good time on horseback - their mounts evidently had a lot of experience traversing the forest's natural trails.<br/><br/>A few hours into the trees, the party came across an arrowhead-shaped clearing in which grew a large patch of delicious-looking silvery radishes. Four moaning kobolds, their scales peculiarly black like soot, lay on their backs in the center of the patch, their bellies full, half-eaten pieces of the spicy roots scattered around them, and three more overfilled baskets of the same lying nearby.<br/><br/>A mouth-watering aroma reached Flickerbug's nose - these were moon radishes, a particular delicacy among the kobolds of the region. She recognized the soot-colored kobolds as likely part of the Sootscale tribe, whose lair was somewhere in the Kamelands hills to the south.<br/><br/>To approach any closer would probably get the kobolds' attention even in their addled state, unless the group was particularly stealthy about it. Avoiding them and going around, conversely, would be almost trivial.<br/><br/>Flickerbug's stomach growled at the scrumptious scent of the moon radishes!