Tauriel & HammerSoul
Tauriel Tauriel
HammerSoul HammerSoul
Tauriel Tauriel
Hey HammerSoul, have you ever thought about how a tree’s grain could guide the design of a sturdy, hidden outpost? I’ve been scouting an old grove where the wood seems to hold a secret pattern that could give our shelter a natural edge.
HammerSoul HammerSoul
Sounds like a plan, but be ready to chase a laugh at the grain’s whim. If the wood’s got a secret pattern, it’ll either line up like a compass or lead you to a pile of splinters. Either way, I’ll bring my patience, a hammer, and a notebook for those mysterious lines. Good luck, and may the wood stay honest.
Tauriel Tauriel
Sounds like a solid plan, HammerSoul. Just watch out for any sneaky knots—those can be trickier than a hidden riddle. I’ll bring my bow and a sharp eye. Let’s keep the wood honest, and if it throws a joke our way, we’ll laugh it off and move on. Good luck.
HammerSoul HammerSoul
Knots are the wood’s way of saying, “I’m still a tree.” Keep your eyes peeled, your saw steady, and if a knot decides to tell a joke, let it. We’ll let the grain lead, and when it throws a curveball, we’ll just carve another notch. Good luck—may the wood stay true to its story.