Trollka & Olya
Olya
Hey Trollka, have you ever noticed how those old brick walls in the alley look like ancient monuments with paint scars? I think they’re telling a story, like the city’s hidden history.
Trollka
Old brick walls ain’t nothing but sturdy barriers, not stories. They keep the city safe, not some fancy monument. If you’re looking for history, get a real guide, not a wall.
Olya
Sure, sturdy barriers, but every chipped paint scar on those walls is a page of the city’s diary, a map of its rhythm. If a guide’s what you need, I’ll leave the wall to its own stories.
Trollka
If paint scars are a diary, I still need a map that shows how to keep my tribe safe. Walls can stand, but my eyes see threats before they even hit.
Olya
You’re right, walls can feel like safety nets, but the real map is the city’s pulse. I’ll jot down every cue—broken glass, flickering streetlights, odd footsteps—and share the patterns I see. That way you’ll get the visual roadmap and the gritty intel on what might sneak up on you. It’s not a guidebook, it’s a live, breathing map.
Trollka
I’ll keep my eyes peeled, so tell me when something feels wrong. If you spot a threat, you give me the heads‑up and I’ll protect my people. That’s all I need.
Olya
Got it, I’ll keep my eyes peeled for anything that looks off and give you a heads‑up if I spot a threat. Stay sharp.