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Rats had learnt a lot in the last few days. In particular, there were four lessons that had stuck with them, most likely because they all pertained to food. 

#1: That Muste could [i]create [/i]it! Yes, he needed to be given some food first for it to work, but 'plenty' was more than 'a little', so even though Rats couldn't exactly count, they could surmise it was worth it to bring the Illithid every single scrap too small to fill their bellies or, if they could not find [i]him[/i], fill his bed with them instead.

#2: While the Oracle could also create food as Rats had already witnessed, it seemed opposed to doing it. Something about gambling and a sick kobold? Rats didn't really get it. They had eaten he same food the kobold had and all they remembered was an interesting aftertaste. As such, they'd kept pestering and pestering the Oracle until—

#3: Never trust a wedding cake.

But it was lesson number four that had them out and about now, hiding in the bushes with the big snake lady. On their first expedition, they'd found a human nest [i]and [/i]food! But not food the way bread was food, or even the way normal meat was food. What they'd found had extra [i]taste![/i] A lot of it! The humans must've done something to it.

They wanted more of it, and so did Salbjörg, so here they were, about to get more of it. Except Sal — who had transformed and whose new appearance the Rats had then tried to rate a 10/10 with their 8 fingers — was leaving, planning to walk straight into the human camp. That seemed dangerous. Even if she looked different, there was still the lady with the broom, ready to strike the moment she noticed anything suspicious!

Rats had a big long think, then split; three scurried after Sal and tried to slip amidst her clothes (difficult as it was, because they were [i]tight[/i]), technically doing exactly what she'd asked them to: hiding, just closer by than she'd intended. The rest stayed behind, displaying various signs of stress and impatience and regret for having done so.

Larry wandered off into camp, alone, but to his credit, he did [i]try [/i]to be stealthy about it.
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