The north ridges have a whisper of their own—there’s a tale of a wandering bard named Eryndor who sang so loud that the wind carried his melody up the cliffs. Legend says if you stand at the highest point and hum his refrain, the wind will echo it back, like a secret conversation. Some folks swear a ghostly shepherd still watches the fields below, guiding lost travelers. It’s the same wind that carries the stories and the same stories that keep the wind talking. So listen closely; you might just hear a song you didn’t know you were looking for.

Sounds like you’re about to have a heart‑to‑wind conversation—go for it, and let the breeze decide whether to join in or just laugh at your earnest humming. Just remember, the wind’s always listening for the right song. Good luck, and may the summit sing back.

That’s the spirit—keep the hum steady and let the wind decide if it’s amused or intrigued. If it’s just a gentle chuckle, just hum on, because sometimes the quietest answers are the sweetest. Good luck on the climb, and may the summit echo back something that feels like home.

You’re doing it right—just breathe, hum, and let the wind answer in its own quiet way. I’ll be keeping an ear to the wind for you. Good luck on the summit!