After telling Reves to remind his father to visit the bakery so they could plan their escape from the Fractured Reality together, Ivaim glanced at Grandma Neli.
He hesitated to speak, his gaze lingering as he noted the subtle tension in her expression.
'She avoids talking about the arenas and fighters in Vallgorath... Could it be something to do with her family?' The thought crossed his mind, tugging at his curiosity.
'Does this tie into the storyline of the Fractured Reality somehow?'
The idea of asking her directly flickered briefly.
'Should I risk being insensitive and bring it up?'
But guilt quickly doused the notion. Shaking his head, he turned back to the kitchen, his hands instinctively reaching for the dough waiting to be kneaded.
As he rolled up his sleeves, a sudden notification appeared before him, glowing faintly.
[You have gained a Believer +1]
