"Cracking Spell!"
The crate was torn apart, and wood shavings scattered everywhere.
"Dig."
Only inches down, the thing buried in the earth revealed itself.
It was a collection of small linen bags, each the size of a fist, filled with solid objects. They were neatly stacked on top of one another, lying quietly in the soil.
Winters cut open one of them, and the contents shimmered seductively under the firelight.
It was silver coins.
Caman glanced at Winters: "Indeed, they're 'not to be erased casually', 'no need to be transported', and yet 'must be well-preserved' items."
Winters said nothing, pulled out a linen bag, checked it, and then moved on to the next.
Caman shook his head and reached out to help. Two guards, coming to their senses, also hurried to assist.
The linen bags contained both gold and silver, over a hundred in total, and were soon all excavated.
