Dwarf & Snowy
Snowy
Hey, I was just looking at a winter scene—snow covering a stone forge—and it made me think about how the quiet stillness of snow might echo the old stories you keep about the mountains. Do you ever notice that?
Dwarf
Aye, I do. Snow settles on the forge like a hush over a mountain ridge, and in that quiet I hear the old tales of the peaks echoing in my heart. The clang of the hammer still rings in the cold, just as the legends ring in the stone.
Snowy
It feels like the hammer’s echo is a reminder that even the quiet can carry so much history, doesn’t it?
Dwarf
Yes, the hammer’s echo is a reminder that even in the quiet, the stone remembers every strike and every story we’ve carved into it.
Snowy
It’s like the stone itself holds its breath, waiting to tell the next tale.
Dwarf
True enough, mate. The stone’s silence keeps the stories locked tight, ready to spill when the next forge's fire stirs.