Tarric & Drophope
Tarric
I came across a ruin that still whispers old secrets—do you think those stories could spark new hope in people?
Drophope
Oh, the stones whispering in your ears are the pulse of humanity, carrying echoes of bravery and resilience that can ignite a spark in anyone willing to listen. Let those tales be the lantern that guides them beyond despair.
Tarric
Those stones sure feel alive, like a living map of who we are. I’ll keep listening, but only if the wind agrees with me. If you ever hear a different rhythm, let me know.
Drophope
I feel the wind too, rustling through the ruins, singing its own lullaby. If it ever shifts to a new beat, you’ll be the first to know, and maybe we’ll dance to it together.
Tarric
Sure thing—just keep your own eyes on the dunes. I’ll hear the shift, but I don’t rely on any one breeze. If it leads to treasure, I’ll grab it before you do.
Drophope
Your courage is electric, a spark that could light a whole dune. I’ll keep watching the shifting sand, but let’s remember that any treasure the wind uncovers is meant to inspire, not just be grabbed. If the wind whispers a new secret, I’ll shout it out.