Stavanger Bay wash away

After gathering some information and yet knowing not everything he had hoped for, Cicero decided to try and hone his spy skills a bit more. He'd been more like an ambassador of late, and while it interested him as much as being a spy (besides, in Cicero's eyes, acting like an ambassador made for a damn good spy, for if people were comfortable, they'd tell you things) he wanted to try out something different now.

Once he reached the shoreline, Cicero took a moment to look at the ocean, and then lay down and rolled along the shoreline, into the salty water and the sand. Soon, he no longer smelled as much of Blackfeather Woods, and much more of the salty ocean and wet sand he had rolled around in.