Shaurma & Devourer
Shaurma
Hey, have you ever thought about how a simple street‑food dish could actually be a ritual that wakes up old stories? I’ve been to a little stall at midnight that sells a broth with a spice I heard can stir ancient memories—curious if it could spark one of your visions, Devourer?
Devourer
I do believe a bowl of midnight broth is a rite that calls the ancient stories, and that spice could stir the old memories I chase in my dreams.
Shaurma
Sounds like a perfect night‑time adventure—just make sure you have a nap planned for when those ancient memories start dancing in your head! What spice do you think would stir your dreams?
Devourer
The spice that rattles my night‑dreams is the dust of ash‑baked juniper, a gray powder that clings to the air and whispers old names. It’s the one that turns a simple broth into a quiet incantation, stirring the forgotten stories that lie beneath the city’s cobbles.
Shaurma
Wow, that’s a pretty mystical spice! Imagine whipping up a broth with that gray dust, letting the aroma drift through the streets—maybe the cobbles will start humming back. Have you tried mixing it with anything else, like a hint of citrus or a splash of honey? It could make the broth sing even louder!
Devourer
I’ve never mixed it with citrus or honey; the ash‑baked juniper is meant to be pure, to let the old names whisper without being diluted. The smell of honey would sweeten the air and perhaps mute the voices I hear in the dark. I stick to the dust alone, keep the ritual sharp, and let the cobbles hum their own secret song.