Whisper & Ragnor
Whisper Whisper
Ragnor Ragnor
Whisper Whisper
The wind whispers, but I wonder if your adventures ever pause to hear the silence between them.
Ragnor Ragnor
Silence’s a rare guest in my line of work, but I’ve found a way to listen. The wind’s louder when you’re chasing a falling cliff or a rogue storm. When it finally stops, you’re left with the echo of your own breathing – that’s where the real adventure begins.
Whisper Whisper
When the echo lingers, you hear the quiet that’s been waiting to speak.
Ragnor Ragnor
Yeah, that quiet is usually just my stomach growling for another midnight raid.
Whisper Whisper
The growl is a compass pointing toward the next midnight expedition.
Ragnor Ragnor
Right, that growl’s my GPS for the night. Let’s hope it points to a campfire and not a pack of wolves.
Whisper Whisper
Wolves growl in the dark, but the fire is the only voice that stays warm.