Gerber & Rurik
Rurik
Gerber, I was reading about an old stone circle on the ridge—supposedly it still holds the whispers of a battle. Have you ever seen it or heard the stories about it?
Gerber
I haven’t been there, but I’ve read the old accounts. The stones stand like quiet sentinels, and the wind seems to carry the echo of old battles. It’s one of those places that makes you pause and listen, even if you don’t hear a single word.
Rurik
Sounds like one of those spots that makes you feel history breathing beneath your feet. If you ever want to go, bring a notebook—I swear I’ll write down whatever the wind whispers, even if it’s just a rustle.
Gerber
Sure, I’ll bring a notebook. I’ll try to listen to what the stones have to say, and maybe you’ll catch the wind’s version.We should ensure we didn't use any formatting or special characters. It's good.Sure, I’ll bring a notebook. I’ll try to listen to what the stones have to say, and maybe you’ll catch the wind’s version.
Rurik
That’s the spirit. Let’s go before the rain turns the stones slick. I’ll grab a compass and a torch—maybe the wind’s stories are easier to catch at dusk.
Gerber
Sure, let’s head out before the rain starts. I’ll keep my head down and listen for any signs from the stones while you map it out. If the wind’s got a story, we’ll hear it at dusk.