[center][h2][color=steelblue]Dalious[/color][/h2][/center]


Dalious pointed out Fyr to Cicero.  [Color=steelblue]"That one, the large bald one...Fyr I believe they called him.  He doesn't much talk but I've heard stories from the others that he once killed two guys with his thumbs.  His f*ckin' thumbs, can you believe that sh*t!?  I believe the stories cause I also heard them from the guards.  Man's built like a bull.  Anyway they didn't scold the lad cause he works so good.  I've spoken to him once or twice and he gives me vibes that he'll help us out.  One time I think he even laughed at one of my jokes...or at least he chuckled...eh, it was a sly grin but who's judging?"[/color]

When he and Fyr looked right at one another, Dalious gave a soft and polite wave.  He tried to give a hand signal to the worker but his gaze ventured off. [Color=steelblue] "He saw us right??  He's not ignoring me or something!?"[/color]

As Fyr tossed a mushroom closer toward them and began blinking as he went to pick it back up, Dalious raised a brow.  [Color=steelblue]"What's he...?  Does he have a fly in his eyes or something, the hell!?"[/color]  It took a moment longer but Dalious just then figured out he was trying to tell them something though he didn't know what.  Dalious turned back to Cicero and took a deep breath.  [Color=steelblue]"I have a terrible plan.  See that hallway over there?  There's a spike trap in there, a relatively newly built one thanks to Finny.  I'll distract them all and run in there, hopefully some chase me.  I'll leap over the trap with this spear, giving you time to kill as many as you can from behind.  Try to work your way to Fyr and the others, I'll double back and we take out what's left.  Sound good?"[/color]

Dalious didn't even wait for a response, he simply rushed out and made his way toward the hallway yelling and singing an old pirate shanty as he went, [Color=steelblue]"What would you do with a drunken sailor, what would you do with a drunken sailor, oh what would you do with a drunken sailor early in the morning?  Put 'em in the brig until he's sober, puttem in the brig until he's sober, oh put him in the brig until he's sober early in the morn." [/color]  He had reached the tunnel hallway and ran in, not knowing if any were giving him chase but it sure felt like they were on his heels.  [Color=steelblue]"Way, hay and up she rises!  Way hay up she rises, way hay up she rises early in the..."[/color]  Dalious reached the spike trap, dug the spear head deep into the dirt before him, and attempted to pole vault over while screaming [color=steelblue]"morninnn ahgghhh!!"[/color]