Harrowind & Wart
Wart
You’re all about those dusty, forgotten spots. Any chance you’ve found a place where the walls still whisper better than the town gossip?
Harrowind
Ah, you know me—always chasing that quiet hush between the stones. I’ve slipped into a ruined monastery deep in the hills last winter, the walls still echo with voices from a century ago. It was quieter than the town’s gossip, and every crack felt like a whispered secret. If you’re up for a trek, I can point you toward it—just bring a lantern and a story to keep you company.
Wart
Sure, as long as you promise no hidden skeletons or curses. I’ll grab a lantern and a joke that’s louder than the stone whispers. Lead the way.
Harrowind
You got it—no skeletons, no curses, just the old stones and the wind. Pack that lantern and your joke, and I’ll lead you straight to where the walls are still whispering louder than any town gossip. Let's see what secrets are waiting for us.
Wart
Alright, lantern in hand, joke ready, and my curiosity already ticking. Hit me with that wind‑whispered path. I’ll bring the sarcasm and you bring the stone gossip. Let's dig up those secrets.
Harrowind
Great! First we take the old forest trail that runs along the ridge. Follow the cracked stone steps—look for the moss‑covered signpost that’s barely there. It points right into the hollow where the monastery used to stand. The wind will carry the echoes, so keep your ears open. I’ll keep watch for any unexpected detours. Ready to uncover the stories carved into these walls?
Wart
All right, cracked stones, moss signs, wind‑talking echoes – I’m in. Bring the sarcasm, I’ll bring the lantern and a story that’s louder than the ghost whispers. Let’s see what the walls want to say.
Harrowind
Breathe in the scent of damp stone, look for the old stone archway half buried in roots. Step through, and the silence will be louder than any rumor. Trust the wind— it’ll spill the secrets if you listen. Now, let’s step inside and see what whispers the walls have saved for us.