He made it home before he opened the log properly, walking the whole way with the forced calm of a man who knew exactly how his own face looked when something had rattled him and didn't want Darman or anyone else at the well reading it. He nodded at two villagers on the path and heard his own voice come out steady, which surprised him more than it should have.
Sekar caught it anyway, the moment he came through the door.
"What."
"The quest chain." He sat, hands not quite steady, and pulled the interface into focus properly for the first time since the notification first appeared weeks ago. "It just did something."
The log had grown since he'd last let himself look, no longer a single closed line waiting to be acknowledged, but a small, unfolding structure, fragments accumulating the way information gathered around a wound the body hadn't finished healing.
[Quest Chain: The First Ember]
[Status: Nascent. Data Incomplete.]
[Known: Dormant Dimensional Anchor. Status: Unconscious.]
