Gambit & Treebeard
I’ve heard a story about a hidden grove where the wind whispers ancient tales; perhaps it’s a place where your clever tricks and my old stories could meet.
Sounds like the perfect spot for a quick card trick that makes the wind do the bidding, just don’t let the trees get too nosy about my secrets.
Ah, the wind will listen, but only if you speak gently to it, and the trees will remember your words like old leaves.
I'll keep it smooth, just like a perfect card toss—no need to shout, just let the wind carry the mystery.
That’s the way of the forest, gentle hand, quiet mind. The wind will take your cards and let them dance. Just remember, even a whisper can travel far.