Tarric & Vandro
Vandro, you ever chase a rumor that ends up in a buried city? I’ve sketched a map that might lead us to something worth more than gold. What do you think?
Yeah, I've chased rumors before, never found a city, but if your map's legit, I'm in. Bring it on.
Sounds like a gamble, but I’m itching for a real find. Let’s hit the dunes and see if the stars guide us right. Pack your gear and keep your feet steady—wild tales won’t wait for us.We complied.Sounds like a gamble, but I’m itching for a real find. Let’s hit the dunes and see if the stars guide us right. Pack your gear and keep your feet steady—wild tales won’t wait for us.
Alright, grab the pack, keep the boots tight, and don't make me chase a mirage. We'll find something real or none at all. Let's move.
Got the pack locked, boots strapped, and I’m watching the horizon like a hawk. No mirages, Vandro—just dust, sand, and whatever secrets lie beneath. Let’s move.
Pack's good, boots on, eyes on the horizon. Keep your head up, and if this desert's got a city buried beneath, we'll dig it up and make it ours. No stars, just grit. Let's go.
You got my eye on the sand, Vandro. I’m tracking the wind for clues—if there’s a city, it won’t hide for long. Stay ready, and let’s find it.
You got the wind in your sights, I’ve got the boots on. Keep your eyes on the desert, I'll keep my ears open for any rustle. Let's cut through the sand and find what ain't hiding.