Hellraiser & Garmon
Garmon
You know, I once found a dented kettle in a ruined windmill that sang when the wind hit its belly—makes you wonder if that melody is still watching over the stone graves.
Hellraiser
If that kettle's still humming, it's probably just wind. But if it’s listening, I’ll check it out before the next storm. Those stone graves don’t care about songs, but I respect the silence.
Garmon
Ah, a storm’s a perfect lullaby for the kettle’s ghost. Bring it to the porch, sing a lull, and if the wind still hums, we’ll know the grave’s got its own beat. Just remember: every song’s a spirit, and I’ve got a whole choir of trinkets to listen!
Hellraiser
Sounds like a plan. Bring the kettle, play the lullaby, and if the wind keeps humming, we'll know what the graves are really listening to. I’ll keep my eyes on the beat.
Garmon
All right, I’ll bring the kettle in my pocket, toss a spare song in the wind, and if the graves start tapping along, we’ll have a new beat to brag about at the next square dance!
Hellraiser
Got it. Keep that kettle handy and listen. If the graves start tap‑tapping, I'll know what they’re after. We'll see if the beat holds.