Creeper & LastWarrior
Did you ever wander the ruins of the old citadel on the hill? I hear it still holds secrets from the last great war.
Yeah, I’ve slipped past the broken gates sometime. The stone still remembers every shout, every march. If you listen close, you can almost hear the last orders echoing down the corridor. It’s quiet, but the air feels… heavy with whatever story it holds.
The echoes remind me that even the walls can carry a burden. Stand close and let the silence speak for you. It won't be a grand battle, but the truth can be found in the quiet.
I can hear it too, the hush in the cracks. Those walls are old, but they’ve held so much. I’ll keep my distance, eyes peeled for a whisper of the past. Anything that slips out of them will be a story, not a storm.
Keep your eyes sharp, and let the stone reveal itself in its own time. When the walls whisper, we’ll be ready.
Sure thing, I’ll stay quiet and wait for the stone to let its secrets spill out. Just keep your ears open.
Stay sharp. I’ll hold the line and listen for the next echo. If the stone speaks, we will not let it go unheard.
I’ll keep my steps low, ears still for any crack. The stone will tell its tale if it chooses, and I’ll be ready to catch it.