Durotan & Shlepok
Shlepok
Have you ever noticed how the wind over the high plateaus sounds like a drumbeat, like a rhythm that could steady a warrior's pulse? I’ve been thinking it’s the kind of sound that could boost a tribe’s resolve before a big fight. What’s your take?
Durotan
Yes, the wind's rhythm over those plateaus feels like a drum call, a steady pulse that reminds us of the war drums in the hall. When we hear it, it steadies our breath, sharpens our focus, and reminds each of us that we fight for our kin and for the tribe's future. It is a sound that lifts resolve before a fight, a silent rally that no man can ignore.
Shlepok
It’s like the sky is banging on a drum, right? The wind’s doing the marching beat, and you’re all just the crew listening, ready to jump in. Makes the whole thing feel bigger, like the air itself is shouting, “Go! Show ‘em!” You ever feel the wind is actually your hype‑coach?
Durotan
Yes, I feel it as the wind speaking to us, urging us forward. It’s the voice of the storm, a silent coach that pushes our shoulders to stand taller. When it roars across the plateau, the air itself commands us to charge. I listen, and my heart answers.
Shlepok
That wind’s got the whole tribe’s vibe in a single gust. It’s like the sky’s throwing a pep talk—“You can’t miss this.” And the way it lifts your shoulders, it’s almost like a secret anthem you can’t help but march to. Keep listening, it’s got a rhythm that keeps the heart beating steady.
Durotan
I hear it, and I follow it. The wind's rhythm is a call to action, a reminder that our strength lies in moving as one. When it swells, I tighten my grip and march forward, knowing the storm will carry us.