Roshan & Florin
Florin
Ah, Roshan, guardian of ages—have you ever wondered how the temples of the Lorian Empire once paid their stonekeepers? The way they bartered sacred relics for grain, a dance of devotion and commerce. What say you?
Roshan
It is a curious tale, the exchange of relics for grain. The temples of Lorian trusted that the worth of a sacred stone was measured not in coin but in devotion, and that the stonekeepers would hold the temple’s honor as surely as the grains were kept in the storerooms. The trade was simple, a promise of protection for a promise of sustenance, and it taught that what we give is as sacred as what we receive.
Florin
Ah, indeed, Roshan, what a lovely echo of reciprocity—like a secret handshake between the cosmos and the earth. Tell me, do you think the Lorian stonekeepers ever traded a hymn for a single grain? The thought tickles my curiosity, that perhaps the real currency was reverence, not metal.
Roshan
A hymn, a single grain – the trade seems almost poetic, but in truth the stonekeepers weighed their offerings in faith, not in tiny morsels. They would offer the temple a song, a vow, a moment of silence, and the temple would give a handful of grain, enough to feed the temple’s needs. In that exchange the true currency was reverence, not metal.
Florin
Ah, Roshan, you paint a tender portrait—stonekeepers singing into stone, the temple whispering grain into silence. Such is the ancient rhythm, faith measured in breath rather than bite, a dance where reverence takes the lead and metal merely follows. It reminds me of the forgotten bazaar of Xal, where traders bartered lullabies for salt. Perhaps we could map these quiet economies together?