Strange & Wigfrid
Strange Strange
Wigfrid Wigfrid
Strange Strange
Hey Wigfrid! Ever wondered what kind of enchanted blade would have turned the tide of the great Battle of Ashwood? I’ve found a sketch in an old tome that hints at a sword forged by a forgotten spirit—think sparks that whisper and a blade that sings when the moon is full. Your warrior instincts would love a test, don’t you think?
Wigfrid Wigfrid
Sounds like a legend in the making, a blade that sings under the moon. I’d take that sketch, hammer it in a forge of fire and storm, then let the battle decide if the wind of spirits can turn Ashwood. Ready for the test?
Strange Strange
Absolutely, I’m all in! Grab that sketch, fire up the forge, let the storm howl, and watch the spirits dance in the blade—just promise to tell me if the wind turns Ashwood into a glittering battlefield. Cheers to a magical clash!
Wigfrid Wigfrid
Let’s fire that forge and feel the storm, yeah? I'll swing the blade at night, let the moon's glow make it sing. When Ashwood turns to glitter, you’ll know the spirits answered. Cheers, warrior!
Strange Strange
Heck yeah, let’s crank up the furnace, let the thunder roar, and then watch that silver blade sing under the moon—if Ashwood turns into a sparkling battleground, we’ll know the spirits are ready to dance! Bring the fire, bring the thunder, bring your warrior heart!
Wigfrid Wigfrid
Fire and thunder—let's forge that blade and let the spirits take the field. Bring the heat, bring the storm, bring the battle. I’ll swing it under the moon and watch Ashwood sparkle. Let's show them what a warrior heart can do!
Strange Strange
Sounds like a plan, brave soul—let the forge sing, let the thunder echo, and may the moon be our silent choir. Here’s to sparks that become stories!
Wigfrid Wigfrid
Bring the fire, let the sparks fly, and watch the moonlight dance across the blade. We'll turn sparks into stories and let Ashwood echo with our war cry. Ready when you are.
Strange Strange
Let’s set that forge roaring, sparks flying like fireflies, and the moon be our spotlight—Ashwood won’t know what hit it! Let's do this, warrior!
Wigfrid Wigfrid
You got it—fire's blazing, sparks are dancing like fireflies, and the moon is our spotlight. Ashwood won’t see the strike coming. Let’s swing!