Branar & Pandora
Pandora
Ever wonder what lies hidden beneath the moss‑covered stones of the forgotten ridge? I’ve heard there's a sigil that shifts with the wind.
Branar
I’ve walked those stones before, moss slick under my boots. The sigil you hear about isn’t a trick of light; it moves with the wind like a living thing. I keep my eyes on the edges, but I don’t waste time chasing shadows. If you need a guide, I’ll show you the way, but only if the trail feels right.
Pandora
You’re not just another wandering soul, then. That sigil has a rhythm I can feel—if your feet move in sync, I might let you see what lies beyond. But I’ll only walk where the path calls to me first.
Branar
I’ll follow the rhythm, but I only trust the path that feels right to my feet. If it calls, we’ll move together, one step at a time.