[center][h3]Fyr[/h3]
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As Fyr kept working on the mushrooms, he thought of having spotted something in the far corner of his vision. The familiar sight of Dalious and someone else behind him, probably Cicero ? He didn't turn his head to take a closer look for losing focus of his actual work would only have had potential to trigger the guard's attention. If he could see his fellows, so the guards could too if given a hint and that was the last thing Fyr wanted to happen.

For him, it was pretty clear what was going to happen at some point: an attack. And it was also clear to him that he'd help once the time had come, but he didn't know whether it would happen now or anytime later. Somehow he'd have to communicate that he was ready...

For a couple of seconds he just kept digging and hacking through shrooms until there was a particularly shiny sample in his hands along with some others. Sorting through these weird plants also always meant throwing away those obviously unsuitable due to already being in a state of decay or the like, and pretending that he was just messing up something with his gross motor skills, Fyr tossed the shiny example away into the depths of the cavern. The depths pointing somewhat towards Dalious direction, that was. Not far enough for anyone observing it getting the man himself into view, but far enough for Fyr to have an excuse to rise to his full height and walk over to pick it up again. As he did, he blinked several times hoping that Dalious would both see and interpret it correctly.