OOC: Sorry for all this out of character posting. Yes, I actually thought out the adversaries last night, but couldn't upload them until now due to college. :3
BIC: In the foliage on the forest side of the ditch, Skerv the rat and his five companions watched the two travelers converse. They had camouflaged themselves with dark forest mud and loam and were armed with an unsettling array of crude weaponry, ranging from sharpened metal stakes to modified farm implements. The rat and his small retinue of vermin spent their lives roaming the aphotic regions of Mossflower, festering and scheming up new terrors to visit upon the more reclusive and vulnerable inhabitants of the woods. The evil band rarely ventured this far East, but pickings had become scarce deeper in Mossflower as woodsdwellers had started clanning together for protection.
Skerv looked at a big ferret with a heavily scarred face and winked a glistening eye. “A potty weasel and a young fox, eh? This promises to be an easy slaughter." The rat licked cracked lips. "It's been too long since I've tasted young blood. Let’s gut us some gentlebeasts…” The ferret smiled wickedly and gave a gurgling snicker that spoke of terrible throat injuries. “Aye, I think that a dead weasel’s pipe will be just the thing to go with a fresh meal. Let's go, I'm ready to do some killing!”
Winks were passed back and forth and weapons were licked as the vermin prepared to spring their ambuscade.