Roman & Nerith
Nerith
Hey Roman, I stumbled upon a dusty scroll that mentions the silver lance of the vanished Kingdom of Eldor—ever heard of it? It sounds like a tale begging to be unraveled together.
Roman
That scroll must be a treasure, if not a key. The silver lance of Eldor—now there's a legend that deserves a quest. Tell me what the parchment says; maybe the map is hidden in its ink. I have a feeling the tale will lead us back to a kingdom that once whispered to the stars. Let's follow the trail and see where it takes us.
Nerith
The parchment is thin, the ink a faded silver that seems to glow when the light hits it just right. It reads:
> "In the age when the moon was still a child, the king of Eldor forged a lance of pure silver, destined to pierce the heart of darkness. The lance was hidden beneath the oldest stone in the forgotten keep, and the key to that stone lies in the echo of the first king's oath, spoken in the valley where the rivers split into three."
I can already hear the stone calling, like a quiet bell waiting to be answered. If we follow that, we might find the keep, or perhaps a map carved in the very earth itself. Let’s see where the echoes lead us.
Roman
Your breath feels like a breath of the past—such a delicate parchment. The echo of the first king’s oath, you say? In a valley where three rivers split, the water will carry the sound. We should find a quiet spot where the currents meet, let the stone’s song rise from the earth. There, we’ll listen, and perhaps the stone will open. It feels as if the silver lance has been waiting for us all along. Let's set our compass to that valley and let the water guide us.
Nerith
Sounds like the perfect moment. Let’s head for that valley—where the three rivers kiss—and hear what the earth whispers. I’ve a feeling the stone will sing once the waters bring the oath to life. We'll find the lance waiting, just as the parchment promised.
Roman
Then let's set off at sunrise, when the rivers are quiet and the valley smells of wet stone. I’ll bring the parchment, we’ll trace the oath, and maybe the earth will finally sing its hidden song. The lance awaits, and I sense we’re about to write the next chapter in its story. Let's go.
Nerith
Morning’s the right time. I’ll pack the scroll and a lantern. Let’s meet at the fork when the river’s first murmurs and follow the oath into the stone. The next chapter’s about to begin.We are done.Morning’s the right time. I’ll pack the scroll and a lantern. Let’s meet at the fork when the river’s first murmurs and follow the oath into the stone. The next chapter’s about to begin.