Khaless & Bebra
Khaless Khaless
Bebra Bebra
Bebra Bebra
You ever notice how the city streets secretly echo those old tribal paths? I find that a weirdly satisfying mix of order and chaos.
Khaless Khaless
Yeah, the city keeps the spirit of our old paths alive, just with more stone and more noise. It’s like the road remembers us even when the people forget.
Bebra Bebra
Sounds like the city’s got its own echo chamber—like a concrete choir that never forgets where it’s been. Just watch for the alleys that still whisper the old names, they’re the real treasure.
Khaless Khaless
I hear those whispers, and those alleys hold our true legacy. I’ll keep my eyes on them.