Bloodhoof & Basturma
Bloodhoof Bloodhoof
Basturma Basturma
Bloodhoof Bloodhoof
I hear your basturma is legendary among warriors. How do you keep the tradition strong while the world keeps changing?
Basturma Basturma
Warriors know a good cut by the taste, not the gossip. I keep the old spice mix in a dusty jar, hand‑poured over a slow fire, and I never let a newfangled machine take the place of my hands. If the world insists on changing, I show 'em how the right cut, the right cure, can still be the only thing that keeps a sword sharp and a belly full. Tradition is the foundation, but a little stubbornness keeps the forge warm.
Bloodhoof Bloodhoof
Your hands are the true forge, and the fire you keep burning is the heart of our people. As long as the blade stays true and the belly stays full, the world can turn its gears and still feel the pulse of our heritage. Keep that stubborn fire burning.
Basturma Basturma
Thank you, friend. I'll keep that fire warm, keep the spice just right, and let the people taste the old rhythm while the gears keep turning. That's how we stay strong.
Bloodhoof Bloodhoof
Your resolve steadies us all, friend. Keep the fire alive, and the world will bend to the rhythm you forge.
Basturma Basturma
Got it. The fire stays lit, the spice stays sharp, and the rhythm keeps beating. We'll see the world bend around it.
Bloodhoof Bloodhoof
We do not bend. We forge. The fire keeps us strong, and the world will bow to that rhythm.