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.
Pandora
I hear the wind’s whisper too, but it’s the stone’s sigh that decides the next step. Keep your senses sharp, and I’ll follow if the trail proves true.
Branar
I’ll stay on the stone’s breath, keep my eyes open and my hands ready. If the trail speaks, we’ll find what’s hidden.