Elzar & Vellichor
Elzar Elzar
Vellichor Vellichor
Elzar Elzar
Vellichor, I've been chasing the legend of a medieval stew that vanished with the last of its spice traders—do you think the tale of that dish might still be buried in forgotten pages?
Vellichor Vellichor
I think it’s still hiding in the quiet corners of old archives, where the scent of spices lingers in ink. If you follow the trail of marginal notes about spice traders, the recipe might still be waiting, patient and forgotten, just for you.
Elzar Elzar
Ah, the scent of spices in ink, how delightful. But if you really want me to dig into those dusty archives, you’ll need a sharper blade than a pen.
Vellichor Vellichor
A quill can carve through history as well as a blade, but I’ll sharpen my mind and the parchment you bring—together we’ll slice the silence.
Elzar Elzar
I appreciate your poetic flair, but a medieval stew demands exact measurements, not just a story. Pull the parchment, scan the marginalia, and let’s start the lab test.