[h2][center][color=orange]Cicero Bladewalker[/color] [b]&[/b] Manzur Iman [NPC][/center][/h2][center][@Cyrania][@Dog][@Timemaster][/center]

The grizzled veteran, Manzur, pressed forward without a word. He didn't have time to play these puzzle games. He came, he saw, he [i]conquered.[/i] At least, that was his frame of mind. His limp was barely noticeable as he trudged past the group. Cicero's eyes widened in surprise, [color=orange]"Manzur, what are you doing?!"[/color] He lunged after him just as Manzur stepped past the two fang-like stalagmites. Cicero just managed to grip his shoulders when suddenly the floor gave out from under him. 

Cicero clasped the warrior's arm with all his might. With his other hand he gripped one of the large stalagmites. It began to crack from the sheer weight. Manzur dangled above the dark abyss as sand flowed like a river below. Cicero caught Gwyneira's eye and uttered, [color=orange]"I--"[/color] before the stalagmite broke and they were sucked below. [hr][center][@Sol Grim][/center]
Dalius heard the sound of sand pouring down from above. It was pretty common considering his present circumstance. Underground in a sand cave of all things. Only he knew how he had come so far to wind up here. Off the gallows and into slavery. Not much better. 

Though even with all the problems he seemed to attract, there was still some good to be had. After all, his other fellow slaves weren't all bad. Toothless-Tom made a mean rat roast. Wiry Garfield mostly kept to himself. Though there was the problem of the slave gang who took half of the other's provisions. Turns out, these Roh people didn't even speak common! At least not around Dalius. There were 8 of them and they ran the other slaves when the demonfolk masters weren't around to work them.

They were digging elaborate tunnels, constructing traps, growing glow-shroom crops, and general cleaning. There was quite a bit of moisture underground here, so water wasn't a problem as long as you could bargain for some from the Roh gang. They were fed just enough to get a good day's work out of them, but not enough to actually build any mass. The glow-shrooms gave off a slight orange glow that was just enough to do your work.

As these thoughts flowed through Dalius' head, the sand began to pour down in a great torrent not 50 feet away from his resting place. Suddenly he saw two figures fall far down into the large pile of sand and become buried within. [i][b]What would he do?[/b][/i]