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

[color=39b54a]"Rats you say? You're full of it, O great captain Dalius Dumdall!"[/color] The gang laughed in unison. It seemed the more ruffians you worked around the more they seemed to act the same. The leader, everyone knew as sharpwit, got right in Dalius' face. He gripped his shovel tightly in his right hand and said threateningly, [color=39b54a]"No rat has triggered this much sand."[/color] Before things escalated much further, one of the men called out, [color=f6989d]"Found something here, boss!"[/color] [color=39b54a]"What is it!?"[/color] The group gathered around his findings, right at the bottom of the large pile of sand. It was Cicero's emaculate longsword. Cicero groaned to himself. It could give everything away. It shone in the light from above. [color=39b54a]"By the council of 6! It appears your trap has caught us a mystical sword! I'm sure nobody was attached to it now?"[/color] He picked it up and looked it over with a grin. Then his expression suddenly changed into suspicion, [color=39b54a]"Nobody says a word about this, sword. Are we clear?!"[/color]

Dalius heard the suspicion in his voice. It appeared that he was debating whether he should report the finding, search more for anyone or anything else, or leave it be. How would Dalius respond?