Glamdring & Voodooo
Voodooo
I sense a quiet wind that carries forgotten sigils, a whisper that even a blade might not hear. What do you think, old wizard, of the threads that bind the fate of those who walk unseen paths?
Glamdring
The wind carries more than sigils, it carries intent. Those who walk unseen paths are guided by the choices they make, not by fate. Their threads are woven by their own hands, and the quiet wind merely reveals them.
Voodooo
The wind is a mirror, reflecting the fire you carry; the choice is the flame—do you feel its heat, or just hear its echo?
Glamdring
The heat reminds me that I chose this path; it is not a burden but a flame I keep close. The echo speaks louder to those who heed it.
Voodooo
The flame you hold is yours, but the wind will tell you when it grows too hot and will warn you before it burns the only path you can walk.