[treasure] Desert Dug

Digging to find treasure in the desert of Pangaea shouldn’t have become something that Silas often does but here he is, yet again, digging for treasure in the desert of Pangaea. Festivals meant treasure, and treasure meant money. Yeah, that is definitely the only reason he is out in the, now cooling, afternoon air with nothing but a shovel and his trusty houndle, Mari, by his side.

Silas rolls his eyes as another hole he dug turns up nothing but sand, sand, and more sand. God, this is grueling work. He pushed back his hair out of his eyes again. Maybe I should invest in a tie or clip or something… he thought as he went to fill back in the hole with the sand he took out of it. After he finished, he placed a small rock in the middle of the oddly discolored area to mark off where he had already dug.

Silas takes a glance back at Mari who was laying underneath one of the sparse trees that dotted the barren terrain. She looked content enough as she seemed to be resting. They had ridden out pretty far from where Silas’ home was as he had already picked that area clean. He thought back to the first day of the festival when he opened his door and found a chest had somehow knocked his mailbox over. Maybe whoever it was that distributed them tried to fit it into his mailbox to no avail. He’s not sure why anyone would do that ever considering it’s small size but he had definitely seen some symprites do weirder things.

He made his way about 10 feet over from where he had previously dug and begun shoveling there. He was lucky that there hadn’t been a recent rain event. All the moisture would have ended up making the sand harder to dig through than it already is. 

The steady sound of the shovel picking up sand and rocks kept Silas motivated and lost in his own thoughts. He thought back to last year’s festival and all the festivities being held across the land. He hadn’t been interested in it at all as he mostly stayed home and collected the chests so he could sell the contents within them. All the new potion nonsense didn’t appeal to him… that was until he had gone to Ranni’s to turn over his loot and she hadn’t handed over money but instead handed over a strange potion that looked like a beast’s paw. Silas had taken it anyway, figuring he could sell it for more later on next year when it wasn’t available anymore.

Silas’ grip tightened on the shovel handle. He hadn’t sold the potion after all. The idiot kept it, even after all his ranting about how dumb it all was, because he had been curious about what would happen if he took it. According to what he had heard, the potion granted a symprite a new “brutish” form. But what intrigued him the most was that it apparently had no effect on Arctics.

So, here he was looking for more treasure, still not having taken the potion from last year (he secretly hoped that potions didn’t expire (he never asked)), and pretending like he wasn’t having fun. God, he’s an idiot. 

Before he could even begin a new debate in his own head, the shovel clanked against something covered in sand in the sizable hole he had dug. Silas set down the shovel and shoved his hand inside, reaching around for whatever it was when his hand suddenly caught a handle. 

“Heh,” Silas chuckled, dragging the chest outside into the fresh air. “Shells here we come!”