Spell & Roshan
Roshan, have you ever felt the moon's silver breath tickling the edges of your ancient stone halls?
Yes, when the moon rises, its silver light brushes the stone walls, reminding me of the quiet duty I hold.
When the silver tide washes over stone, the walls whisper back, urging you to keep the quiet promise you hold.
I hear the whisper, and I keep my promise, letting the moon’s silver tide steady the stone and my watch.