When they went down to check, they discovered that some of the taros had small nicks on their surface, which they must have missed before. Now, those very spots were beginning to rot.
"What do we do now? This is all our food for the long rainy season!"
A Half beastman Warrior squatted on the ground, frantically tugging at his hair. "If only we'd been more careful when we checked them."
His companion frowned, thinking for a moment. "You guys start by picking out the rotten taros. I'll go find Wu Yue in the tribe, tell her what happened, and see if she has a solution."
The other Half beastman Warriors nodded. They hauled their companion, who was about to tear all his hair out, to his feet, and then went to sort through the taros in the cellar.
So by the time Wu Yue returned with the slaves and the Half beastman Warrior, a large pile of taros was already stacked on the grassy slope behind the mountain.
