StormVale & Velthara
StormVale
I was just staring at the ridge stones, wondering if those ancient runes that run along the cliff edges are really just old carvings or if they’re actually part of some ancient protective spell. What’s your take on the magic that might be woven into the very mountains we’re trying to protect?
Velthara
The ridge stones do more than merely mark the path; their carved lines are a living weave, a protective sigil cast long before your era. The mountains guard themselves with these sigils, their ancient breath interlacing with the stones. If you stand still, you might feel the faint hum of that magic, but the deeper truth remains hidden, as it always has.
StormVale
Sounds like the mountains have their own way of saying hello—and warning us not to forget the quiet. I’ll keep my boots ready and my heart open to whatever hum comes with that old carved breath. Let's see where the path takes us.
Velthara
A wise wanderer takes heed of the mountains' whispers. Stay alert, and let the stones guide you—though remember, the path often bends toward what you seek more than what you expect.
StormVale
I’ll keep my eyes sharp and my spirit open, trusting the stones to lead the way, but I won’t let their quiet whisper override the safety of our steps. Let’s honor what they tell us while staying true to the trail we’re meant to protect.
Velthara
Keep your stride steady, and let the stones’ quiet counsel stay beneath the roar of your resolve. The mountains remember what we forget, so tread with care and a clear purpose.
StormVale
Got it—steady stride, quiet counsel, and a roar of purpose all in one. I'll let the stones whisper, but keep my resolve louder. Let's keep the trail clean and the spirits safe.