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They continued to work more and more, the group checking each and every box they could. Wool, clothes, spices, and even some tobacco were all among the things that they found working together. Lucian could see the light from the sun slowly dimming as it approached the horizon.
“Huh, this one’s pretty light.” One of the men said as he rolled out an oddly shaped crate.
It was a rather long one, roughly the length that Lucian was tall. There were no markings on it besides some injuries done to the wood at the lip. From looking at all the work that he had done Lucian had guessed someone had busted this one open before.
As if proving his point, the sailors were easily able to pop it open.
“Huh, its empty.” One of the men said before he covered his nose, “By Sigmar, what is that smell!?”
Lucian kneeled into it, the two sailors getting out of his way as he did so. The Black Knight knew this smell, he knew it well. It smelled just like that fool, and he smelled just like grave dirt.
He kneeled there for a few seconds, processing exactly what was happening. He looked into the coffin in the dim light and there he could see dusting of dirt everywhere within it. As if someone had either had something full of dirt in it, or was working near it when this was opened.
Lucian quickly rose to his feet. He could feel the rune settled in his chest heat as panic realization sparked in his person. He glanced at what light he could see of the outside and could see that it was starting to become red.
The red of the bloody sunset.
>Run to Tee-Nee-Tyny
>Find that fucker
>Ask the sailors where dirt can be found
