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

Cicero and Dalious crept down the tunnels as fast as they could remain quiet. After some minutes they heard the sounds of voices up ahead. [i][color=orange]"It doesn't seem they know we are here yet."[/color][/i] They found the edge of the entrance into the mushroom opening. There were the fellow slaves working on the mushrooms. Picking and taking care to remain vigilant. They seemed nervous. Everyone did in fact. Including the guards. Something seemed amiss.

Dalious was able to make eye contact with his fellow slave Fyr. Cicero eyed Dalious curiously and motioned to him as he leaned in to whisper, [color=orange]"Something's up. We could do a direct attack and hope your allies aid us. We could do something clever, but how much time do we really have?[/color] The choice was his.

As for Fyr. He saw the two men at a glance from his work. How would he proceed?