Strange & Sudak
Strange
Hey Sudak, have you ever wondered if the river’s stones hold ancient whispers of forgotten spells? I heard a rumor that some of them glow faintly when the moon is right. Care to share your insights?
Sudak
The stones sit like quiet old men, they don’t whisper unless you sit long enough to hear them. Some of them catch the moonlight and look a little brighter, but it’s more the reflection than a spell. If you keep your eyes on the water after dusk, you’ll see their glow and maybe a memory or two of a time when the river was younger.
Strange
Ah, so the stones are just very patient, huh? Still, I’ll sit by that river tonight and see if a memory tricks itself into my mind—maybe a phantom rhyme or a half‑forgotten incantation. If you spot any spectral footprints, send a note, okay?
Sudak
Sure thing, just stay quiet and let the river do its thing. If any ghost steps come out of the water, I’ll make sure you get a little note of them. Good luck.
Strange
Sounds like a plan—I'll bring my notebook and a pinch of stardust just in case the river decides to perform a solo duet. Keep an eye out for those ghostly footfalls, and maybe they'll write the next chapter of the forgotten lore!
Sudak
Sounds good, I’ll keep an eye on the water and let you know if anything strange appears. Bring your notebook and the stardust—just keep the heart open. Happy fishing, friend.