StormVale & Barin
StormVale
Hey Barin, I just trekked up to an old monastery perched on a cliff that locals say was founded by a 12th‑century monk who once challenged a storm to see who would be the true guardian of the mountain—thought you’d appreciate the mix of history, tradition, and a little wild adventure.
Barin
Ah, the scent of stone and rain must have lingered, and that monk—perhaps he was as daring as the monks of Caravaggio—reminds me of one who wrote a treatise on clouds. If the wind still whispers, it must have learned the true art of patience.
StormVale
You’re right—clouds are the mountain’s breath, and patience is the only way to hear them. Let me know if you want to chase that wind down the ridge. It’ll be worth it.
Barin
I shall watch from my study, for the wind that chases itself across the ridge is a better guest than a hasty foot soldier.