Scruffy & Laurel
Laurel
Hey Scruffy, I've been mapping out these forgotten garden beds in the old quarter—ever wondered how the city’s hidden flora survived the war and how you might have used them for your scavenging?
Scruffy
Those beds? Yeah, the war left a lot of stuff behind. I used to sneak in after the night guard had a drink and pick whatever grew in the cracks—roots, berries, even some wild herbs that gave me a quick kick. The city’s green pockets are like hidden caches; they’re the best place to find something that won’t raise alarms. Keep your eyes peeled and move fast. The deeper you go, the more you’ll find, if you’re careful.
Laurel
Sounds like you’re a ghost in the city’s green pockets. I’ve traced a patch of thyme that still smells of the old bakery ovens—war left more than just scars, apparently. Keep moving, and you’ll probably stumble on a seed that grew from a forgotten plot. Just watch your feet; those roots are history’s way of pulling you in.
Scruffy
Nice story, but those roots ain't your friends. I keep my nose to the ground and my back straight. The only thing I dig up is something useful, not a relic that’ll pull me into a time‑traveling trap. Keep your map handy, and we'll both come out of this alive.
Laurel
Got it, Scruffy. I’ll pin the map right next to my notebook—just in case we stumble into an old tunnel or a forgotten greenhouse that turns into a time loop. Keep your nose on the ground, and let’s make sure we leave no trace, except the one we leave behind.
Scruffy
Got it. I’ll stay low, keep my eyes peeled, and make sure we ghost out before anyone notices. If anything weird pops up, just say the word and I’ll duck.