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

Sharpwit's suspicious gaze turned into a scowl. [color=39b54a]"That's what I want to hear."[/color] Then he quickly changed the subject, [color=39b54a]"Oh. I've had a change of heart. The lot of you will come with me. We have a "special" project that needs most your attention. Not you Dalius. You will be headed out with old man...The mine is waiting. You get one pickax for the both of you. We need at least a ton of sandstone blocks to smelt in the furnace, by tonight."[/color] He paused for a brief moment, [color=39b54a]"SO GET TO IT!"[/color] He exclaimed. 

The gang all left with him except for four chosen lackeys to watch Dalius and his compatriot's progress. One was a large dull-witted one with an asymmetrical face. It looked like his skin was being pulled to one side. The other was a conniving looking man who appeared to have never lifted a finger in his life for physical work. But he had an intelligent look about his eyes and a very large nose. The other two were quiet men that carried a shovel each. They looked like they had been sharpened..

The conniving one snarled at the two, [color=f6989d]"Hop to it now! You heard the boss. A ton of sandstone blocks, at least!"[/color] The others began prodding the group toward the mine of sandstone. One pick ax was dropped at their feet. It looked well-used, wrapped in rope to keep from falling apart.

If the group followed, they would find themselves near a large en cropping of sandstone. They had dug here before. It is where they got much of their material for the traps they constructed. however, never with only two of them for such a large order. It was, in fact, impossible to fulfill. Which could be surmised, was the whole point..