Konek & ToolTinker
Konek
Do you ever hear the legend of the Clockwork Sparrow that used to perch in the attic of a forgotten library? Its gears whispered stories when the moonlight hit its tiny wings. I’ve been dreaming that maybe there’s a real one somewhere, and it could be our next adventure.
ToolTinker
Ah, the Clockwork Sparrow—yes, I've brushed dust off a few of those in my past digs. The attic's a haunted playground for my toolbox. If we can find it, I’ll pull it apart and let its gears sing. Just be ready for a lot of brass and a tiny, impatient bird that insists on being precise. Ready to hunt for legends, or just the legend?
Konek
I’d love to hunt for legends, but a brass sparrow that never stops ticking feels like the perfect treasure to chase. Let's dust off the attic, tune the gears, and maybe hear a tale told in metallic whispers. You get the tools, I’ll bring the stories—just be ready, the sparrow’s precise and the adventure might be a little wild.
ToolTinker
Sounds like a plan. I’ll bring the old torque wrench, the brass polish kit, and a spare battery pack—those sparrows never turn on the light themselves. Just remember, every tick is a command, so keep the precision on point. Ready to hear those metallic whispers, but expect a few more gears than a story, if you know what I mean. Let's hit the attic.
Konek
Let’s dust those corners and hear the sparrow’s pulse. I’ll be the storyteller, you’ll be the smith—together we’ll hear every tick like a secret sentence. Ready to turn gears into verses.
ToolTinker
Here’s the plan: pull out the old screwdriver set, grab that brass shavings you love to scatter, and let’s coax the sparrow’s pulse into a rhythm that makes sense. If it starts telling a story, I’ll try to make sense of the metaphors. Let’s turn those gears into verses and see what secret sentences we can catch. Ready to listen to the ticking.