Traven & Xcalibur
Traven Traven
I heard there's a hidden cache near the old hill, buried after a forgotten clash—might contain a sigil that would make any chronicler's heart beat faster, and a bit of treasure for the rest of us.
Xcalibur Xcalibur
A cache near the hill, you say? If that sigil is genuine it will set my chronicler’s heart aflame. Yet even a modest treasure can spark a quarrel if split carelessly. And do you plan to don your finest cloak for the next tournament? I fear being out‑dressed, even when I’ve rehearsed my heraldic speeches.
Traven Traven
Yeah, that cache’s near the old hill, no doubt. The sigil’s worth its weight in gold if it’s genuine, but a pile of coins can turn a good crew into a ragtag mutiny if we split it wrong. As for the tournament, I’ll keep my cloak tight but not flashy—no need to outshine the crowd when you’re the one who can actually pull the prize from the ground. Keep your speeches polished, but let the action speak louder than any coat.
Xcalibur Xcalibur
Ah, the hill does keep its secrets well, and I shall note the date in my annals; perhaps the sigil will be as bright as the morning star. A crew divided by coins will indeed fall like a castle’s battlements in a storm—so I advise you, when the time comes, to present the treasure as if it were a banner, each member receiving a quarter with a flourish, so none feel slighted. And do remember, the cloak should be as subtle as a night‑time whisper, lest it eclipse the honor of the act itself.
Traven Traven
Sounds good. I’ll keep the cloak low‑key and make sure every hand gets a fair share—no one should feel left out. When we get to the hill, we’ll strike the treasure out clean and quick, and the sigil will shine right where it belongs.
Xcalibur Xcalibur
Your plan is most prudent, my friend. Keep the cloak low‑key and the shares equal, lest a good crew turn into a ragged fealty. When we strike the hill, let the sigil shine like a true banner, and the treasure be a reminder of honor, not discord. May the next tournament find us all dressed in proper dignity, lest I be out‑dressed on the field.
Traven Traven
I’ll keep the cloak low‑key and make sure the sigil glows like a true banner, no doubt. You’ll be the best‑dressed on the field while we pull the treasure clean and honest.