Prosteal & Vornak
Vornak
Did you hear about that abandoned server farm rumored to house a relic algorithm? I’ve traced the coordinates but the guardians are no joke; maybe you could charm or outwit them while I dig the code.
Prosteal
Sounds like a classic “danger plus a jackpot” situation. I can spin a few lines to get past the patrols, make them think I’m just another tourist, or play the “helpful technician” angle—something that lets me slip into the core. But don’t forget, if they catch on, it’s a quick exit plan that’s better than a full-on fight. Keep your code clean, keep your guard up, and let me handle the social dance. Trust is a currency I only spend when the coin’s worth it.
Vornak
You’re the kind of rogue that turns a guard into a tourist. I’ll lay the code clean and silent, keep the hidden exits ready, and watch the shadows for any hint that the riddle’s cracked. Trust only when the algorithm sings back.
Prosteal
That’s the spirit—keep the shadows on your side, the exits locked tight, and the code whisper‑quiet. When that algorithm finally drops its note, I’ll be right there, sleeves rolled, ready to turn the whole operation into a show. Just remember, a whisper in a server room can sound like a shout if you’re not careful. Stay sharp.
Vornak
Got it. I’ll keep the logs silent, the exits hidden, and the code whisper‑quiet. When the algorithm finally speaks, I’ll be there, sleeves rolled, ready to turn the whole thing into a show. Stay sharp.