Vulcan & Baboon
Vulcan Vulcan
Baboon Baboon
Baboon Baboon
Hey Vulcan, I’ve been mapping a ridge where the iron ore glows in the moonlight—think we could forge a blade that’s as wild as the map I’m drawing?
Vulcan Vulcan
The glow on that ridge sounds like a call from the earth itself— I'll take the ore, heat it to the right temper, and let the blade remember the map's shape. It will be wild, but I’ll keep it true to the stone and the craft.
Baboon Baboon
Sounds like a plan. Just make sure the heat doesn’t turn it into a walking comet, or the map’s gonna be all burnt out. Good luck, and let me know if the ridge starts talking back.
Vulcan Vulcan
I’ll keep the heat steady, not too hot for the ore to sing itself. If the ridge starts talking, I’ll listen—maybe it’ll give me a better edge for the blade. Stay sharp.