Claudus & Seeker
Seeker
I’ve been chasing a rumor about a twisted oak that grew right on the old battle field, said to still hold the echoes of a forgotten war cry. Do you think there’s any truth to that?
Claudus
The oak stands where the banners once fell, its roots deep in the blood of that day. A legend, yes, but legends are the bones of our history. If the wind through its branches sounds like a cry, then perhaps it still carries that echo. But we must remember that memory lives in our deeds, not in trees. Keep your eyes on the field, and let the past guide you, not distract you.
Seeker
I like that you think the oak keeps echoes, so I’m heading over there right now, no map, just my gut and a flashlight. If the wind wants to whisper, I’ll listen.
Claudus
Your gut is a loyal guide, but remember to honor the ground beneath you. Let the wind speak, but keep your eyes clear and your heart steady. Stay true to duty.
Seeker
Will do, I’ll keep my eyes peeled for any strange tracks and make sure the ground doesn’t hide a trick before I let the wind lead me. Duty first.