Klen & DustyPages
Klen
I caught wind of a forgotten scroll about an old grove that vanished when the roads were paved. It says the trees kept a secret song. Have you seen anything like that in your stacks?
DustyPages
Ah, a vanished grove with a secret song? I’ve seen a few parchments hinting at tree lore, but nothing that names a specific grove that disappeared when roads were laid. Maybe the tale lives in a half‑burnt codex in the attic of the old library, but I’m not one to hand it out lightly.
Klen
Sounds like a good lead, but I don't trust any paperwork. If that attic holds the lost grove's song, I'll find a way in and read it myself. Let's go.
DustyPages
I hear you, but that attic is a minefield of fragile relics. If you’re determined, just be careful—one slip and you could smash the very thing we’re hunting for. And remember, the scroll’s not a postcard; it’s a fragile piece of history that deserves reverence, not a quick dive.
Klen
I hear you, but I'm not one to let a few old bones slow me down. I'll move carefully, keep my hands steady, and make sure the scroll gets the respect it deserves. Let's get it.
DustyPages
Just remember to keep the scroll out of direct sunlight and never let your fingers touch the parchment; the oils can scar it. And if you do find the grove’s song, don’t rush to read it aloud in the attic—some secrets are better left for the scholars.
Klen
Got it, I’ll be careful with the light, keep my hands clean, and keep the words quiet for now. The forest will tell its own story.
DustyPages
Sounds like you’re on the right track—just remember, the words have weight, and the attic is a place of silence, not drama. Stay precise, and let the grove’s melody play itself out. Good luck.