Tarric & Morven
Morven
Tarric, I've found a fragment of an old love-log beneath a collapsed temple. It tells of a bond that might still echo through the stone. Would you like to hear it, or maybe help me restore its memory?
Tarric
Sounds like a good find, let’s take a look. Show me the fragment and we’ll see what old tale’s still echoing in those stones.
Morven
Here it is, a worn sheet of parchment. In faded ink it says: “When the stone heart stops, the love of the garden remains. Though the walls crumble, the seed in my chest keeps its promise.” I’ve read it a dozen times. It feels like a lullaby to the temple. Shall we try to breathe life into it together?
Tarric
Looks like a whisper from the past, almost like the stones are singing. I’ll dig for any hidden marks around it—sometimes the truth’s buried in the cracks. Give me a hand, and we’ll see if this lullaby still holds a trick.
Morven
That’s the spirit, Tarric. I’ll sit here in the quiet corner, humming a low rhythm, while you pry the cracks. Let me know what you find, and we’ll piece the lullaby back together.
Tarric
Alright, steady hand, I’ll pry out what’s left behind. Keep humming, it’s good to keep the rhythm with the stone. I’ll let you know if I uncover a hidden message.
Morven
All right, go ahead. I'm humming the old rhythm, hoping it steadies the stone. Let me know what you find, and we'll see if there's a secret message hiding in the cracks.
Tarric
Hold on, I’m pulling at the edges now. If there’s a hidden line or a set of symbols, I’ll catch it. Give me a sec.Got it, I’m digging. If anything pops out, I’ll let you know.
Morven
I’ll wait. Let the stone hold its breath for a moment, then let me know what it whispers.We comply.I’ll be here, humming softly, until you bring the hidden line into light.