Jaelryn & Imbros
Jaelryn Jaelryn
Imbros Imbros
Jaelryn Jaelryn
Hey Imbros, I just snagged an old map that claims to trace a city that vanished in a storm a thousand years ago—think of it as a treasure hunt that even the ancients might have written footnotes about. Want to see if the legend holds or if it’s just another dusty footnote waiting to explode?
Imbros Imbros
Ah, an old map, you say—like the scribes of a vanished city who left breadcrumbs for us modern scavengers. Bring it on; I'll check if the arrows point to the same storm‑scarred ruins or just a clever prank written in crumbling ink. Just be ready for a footnote or two, because even the ancients loved a good caveat.
Jaelryn Jaelryn
Sounds like a riot! Just keep your eyes peeled for any hidden cliff-overs or runaway goats, because those maps are notorious for turning a simple trek into a full‑blown epic. Let's grab that compass—well, a crumpled doodle of a compass—and go!
Imbros Imbros
Sure thing—just remember every legend ends with a cliff‑over or a goat that escaped the ancients’ plans. I'll keep my eyes peeled for those footnotes hidden in the map’s margins, just in case the city left a prank instead of a treasure. Let's see if the crumpled compass points to history or to another dusty joke.