Sajaa takes a moment to contemplate the purple mushrooms, though they are nothing like any of the fungi she has used for cooking. Where button mushrooms are merely puffy and bell mushrooms wide and fleshy,
these seem less substantial, almost as if they are a narrow shell and overfilled with air. She has certainly never used them in a recipe, nor ever seen them in the markets back home.
While Rolf does not know these fungi either, he has something more of a knowledge in general. And fungi like these are inevitably packed to bursting with spores. While he couldn't guarantee they were poisonous, he knew enough to determine that a three foot spore-cap exploding its whole contents couldn't be good, regardless of how harmless it was under normal circumstances.
He gives the order to back up under gritted teeth, and not a moment too soon, for the bestial chittering continues... echoing... returning calls. Narrow, low, glittering eyes appear in the shadows between the fungus, and just as the last retreat out of the room, a face appears out of the midst of the flora, furry, matted, and hissing in fury.
It's a rat. And one of the largest any of the five have ever seen.
OOC: All five of you have backed up out of the room. The rat you see is about two feet long. It's hard to tell how many of them there are, though many of you saw at least a half-dozen sets of eyes peering out of the fungal trove. You are back in the first room with the cart tracks (it's only about a 4 yard retreat from where you were standing), though you are all still facing the cave you retreated from.
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