Moonstone Quarry The world that hardens as the harsher winter holds

solharr chuckles softly, a glint of something ancient in his eye. you speak in riddles, just like my wife did. his words are light, but there's an edge to them as he turns his attention forward. stone breaks, yes, he mutters, but not all stone shatters the same way.

he glances back at her, his gaze steady. you've followed before, trusted before, and still you stand, he notes quietly. that's what matters.

his pace quickens slightly, leading her forward.