[h2][center][color=orange]Cicero Bladewalker[/color][/center][/h2][center][@Sol Grim][/center]

Cicero nodded toward Dalius and sheathed his dagger. The former pirate made sense in his explanations. He was a fool for loose, attractive woman as Cicero had come to know. Falling for someone like Nylah was an easy thing to perceive.

But before he could make a reply, a rowdy bunch was making their way towards them. Dalius stated he would follow Cicero's lead..But he had no idea how many, who, where, or what he was dealing with. He couldn't simply go out swords slashing now could he? 

Cicero acted fast, he grabbed his unconscious friend and tugged him toward the other pile of the sand. he whispered, [color=orange]"Help me bury him."[/color] and added quickly, [color=orange]"Alive."[/color] Hopefully it would be enough to conceal the warrior, his spear and shield.[hider=Roll, Stealth]1d20=20, Exceptional Success[/hider]Dalius dragged Manzur under some sand and concealed him without an issue. Meanwhile, Cicero needed to find his own weapon. His shield was strapped to his back, thankfully, but his sword, where was it?[hider=Roll, Perception]1d20+2=12, Fail[/hider]Nowhere that he could see. He then attempted to hide nearby behind a larger rock.[hider=Roll, Stealth]1d20+2=22, Exceptional Success[/hider] A gang of brownskinned native Rohites strolled into their living spaces. The large piles of sand taking up a good measure of it. 

An well-defined young man with a pickax spoke harshly to them, [color=39b54a]"What's all this mess anyway? Did a fool fall for your worthless trap?"[/color] The other 7 men circled about their piles and made threatening gestures to Dalius' group. [hider=Enemy, Perception]1d20+4=17, Failure, Opposed Rolls[/hider]But so far, they did not find anything out of the ordinary.