Kathryn & Barrox
Barrox
You ever walk through an old city and feel the walls still whisper? The way they keep the wind out and the intruders in. It’s like a silent, iron-backed story. What do you think?
Kathryn
I’ve walked streets like that more times than I can count. The stone feels like a living diary, holding every breath of the city, and the wind always finds a way through the cracks, as if it wants to hear the next chapter. It’s a quiet, almost reverent conversation between past and present.
Barrox
Stone keeps watch, even when the wind whispers.
Kathryn
It’s as if the walls are old guardians, keeping the secrets safe while the wind brings a gentle reminder that time never truly stops. The stone doesn’t need to speak; it just stands, listening and holding.
Barrox
Understood.
Kathryn
Glad we’re on the same page. Let me know if you want to keep walking through those quiet alleys together.