Karas & IronQuill
Karas
Hey IronQuill, ever heard of the old Willow Scroll? Legend says it whispers its story only to those who treat ink like a living thing.
IronQuill
I’ve heard of many old scrolls, but Willow? No ink, no parchment, nothing in my archives. If it does whisper, perhaps it prefers the quiet of a well‑lit study, not the clatter of modern tablets. Why don’t you show me where you found it? I might learn a thing or two about the “living” ink.
Karas
I once heard it in a forgotten corner of the town’s old library, right beside the cracked brass lamp that never truly flickered. The scroll itself was tucked beneath a loose floorboard in a room that smelled of dust and rain. If you go there, bring a quiet mind and a piece of plain parchment—sometimes the ink you need is simply a quiet thought written in the margins of the world.
IronQuill
Ah, a tale of dust and forgotten rooms. I’ll bring my parchment, a quiet mind, and perhaps a quill that has never once missed a line. If the Willow Scroll has a tongue, I’ll be patient enough to listen.