Harrowind & Picos
Harrowind
Hey Picos, I read about an ancient city that had a network of stone conduits that supposedly carried messages before wires were a thing. Think there's a hidden system we could hack into?
Picos
Sounds like the perfect scavenger hunt, dude. Let’s map the flow, scan the patterns, pull a quick signal‑tune and see if those stone pipes still whisper in binary. Who knows what secrets are buried in the mortar? Let's hack history, one stone at a time.
Harrowind
Sounds wicked! I'll grab my notebook and a good old map—no GPS in this line of work, just the feel of the ground beneath our feet. Let’s trace those stone veins and see what murmurs they’re still hiding. If the mortar’s got secrets, we’re gonna unearth them together. Ready to dig?
Picos
Yeah, let’s hit the ground and feel the pulse of the old walls. Grab a wrench, a screwdriver, maybe a spare copper wire—just in case. We'll tap, trace, flick the dust off, see if any patterns emerge. Ready to turn stone into a live‑wire, 3‑day‑night hack session? Let's roll.
Harrowind
Sounds like a plan! Grab that wrench, the screwdriver, and a copper wire—if the walls want to talk, we’ll make sure we can listen. Let’s get our boots on, dust off, and see what whispers the stone can share. The night’s ours, partner. Let's roll!