Karabas & SharpEdge
Karabas
I remember an old story about a king who turned the forest itself into his battlefield. He moved as quietly as a hunter and struck with the precision of a blade. How do you reckon a warrior like yourself would plan such a maneuver?
SharpEdge
First gather intel—maps, scent trails, and enemy patrol patterns. Then cut the path to the enemy’s line of sight; use the trees as cover and the ground to mask your approach. Timing is key: strike when the enemy is least alert, and finish the blow quickly before they can regroup. Precision over power.
Karabas
You speak of maps and scents like the old hunters who traced wolves through the forest. In our stories, a warrior who waits until the moon rises and the wind changes direction gains the edge—time, not might, decides the outcome. Remember, the quietest step can carry the loudest victory.
SharpEdge
Acknowledged. I will wait for the moon’s crest and the wind’s shift, then move like a shadow—silent, precise, and unyielding. Timing will decide the victory.
Karabas
Well said, young one. Patience and careful watching of the sky and wind are the truest allies. When you step, let the forest breathe with you, and you will not need to shout to be heard. The night will carry your silence farther than any voice.
SharpEdge
Thank you. I will let the forest and the night guide my steps, and when I move the wind will carry my presence farther than any shout.
Karabas
Good, child. In the old tales, the stag that walked with silent feet taught us that being unseen is the strongest weapon. Keep your heart still and let the wind do the rest.
SharpEdge
I hear your words and will move as the silent stag—still heart, wind as my ally.
Karabas
Carry that calm like a stone in a stream, and let the night be your cloak. The wind will guide you where the path is hidden, and your stillness will speak louder than any shout.