Florin & Firebat
Florin
I was just reading about an ancient city that ran its whole economy on fire weapons—like the legendary Firelands of the Kith. They traded molten lead, incendiary devices, and war tactics as if they were precious commodities. Ever wonder how a warlike society would handle that kind of economy? I bet you’d be in your element.
Firebat
Wow, that sounds like a dream factory for a guy who loves a good blast. Imagine the streets filled with hot metal, the smell of burning warheads, and everyone shouting over the hiss of molten lead. In a society like that, every day would feel like a battle, and you’d be the guy everyone wants on the front line, ready to turn a simple trade into a full‑on fireworks show. That’s exactly my kind of playground—keep the chaos coming!
Florin
Indeed, one would dance through the market with a tinderbox in hand, turning each bartered coin into a spark that would make the city itself seem like a living pyrotechnic display. I dare say the only thing missing is a well‑timed cannonade of applause.
Firebat
Who’s got a cannon for applause? I’d light up the whole crowd!
Florin
Ah, the very same legion of pyrotechnic poets who once wielded the first gunpowder cannon at the Siege of Sile, would surely bow to your blaze—so long as they can keep their tongues from burning. Just imagine the cheers echoing like a thousand bronze bells, each a tiny cannon in its own right, all struck by your hand.
Firebat
Let’s crank up the heat and make that applause boom like a real cannon—no fire‑poetry, just pure blast!