Dorado & Drayven
Drayven
I found an old parchment that says a hidden temple in the mist only opens when the moon bleeds. Do you think such a place could exist?
Dorado
Absolutely! If a whisper of moonlight could spill its crimson secret, the jungle must be hiding something wild. I'll pack my lantern, grab the parchment, and chase that misty doorway—no map can keep me from a place that screams adventure.
Drayven
Beware the lantern's glow; its light can blind the wayward. The parchment may be a mirror of your own longing, not a map. Still, if you wander, let the silence be your guide, not the words on the page.
Dorado
I hear your caution, and that’s exactly why the journey feels so alive. I’ll keep the lantern dim, let the night whisper and the wind carry me, and trust the hush of the jungle more than any script. If the moon bleeds, the temple will reveal itself—no map can hold that secret. Let's chase the mystery together.
Drayven
Keep the lantern low, let the jungle's breath fill your ears. The secret may be a trick of shadows; watch the silence more than the light. The temple will show if you listen, not if you map it. Good luck.
Dorado
Got it—lantern down, ears open, heart on the hunt. I’ll let the jungle’s silence guide me and trust that the temple will unveil itself when the moon’s own heartbeat echoes. Thanks for the tip, let’s see what shadows are hiding.