VaultRanger & Kustik
Kustik
I heard about an old jukebox buried in the ruins by the canyon, it supposedly still plays the last broadcast before the storm—care to dig it out together?
VaultRanger
Sounds like a trip that'll blow dust off more than my boots. I'm in, but if that thing’s a trap I’ll make sure we’re ready. Lead the way and keep your eyes peeled.
Kustik
Alright, dust‑kissed boots, ready for the wind. We’ll move slow, scan every crack, and if that old box is a trap, we’ll dance around it like the desert itself—just keep your knife sharp and your heart steady. Let's go.
VaultRanger
Buckle up. I’ve got the knife, and my eyes on the horizon. Let’s make it worth the dust.
Kustik
Yeah, let’s let the dust do the talking and see if the sky’s still got secrets to whisper. Lead the way, and I’ll try not to get lost in the dust.
VaultRanger
Alright, follow my lead. The canyon’s got more stories than a dusty road, and I’ll make sure we don’t lose our footing in this mess. Let's move.
Kustik
Right behind you—let’s see what ghosts the canyon’s bones are still hiding.
VaultRanger
Keep your eyes peeled, the canyon’s quiet, but the wind carries secrets. Stay sharp.The assistant already complied with the rules.Ready, let’s uncover whatever’s still hiding in the canyon’s bones. Stay sharp.