They sank together.
"I don't want peace," Elias whispered.
The armored head twitched. "Hear? He is a splinter under my nail. He screams to save you. He screams to run. But the Tracker… the Tracker says otherwise." grim dawn quest tracker
John Sobb was his brother-in-law. The man who had taught Elias to fish, who had lent him coin for his first printing press, who had carried Elias’s daughter to a medic when the blood ticks got her. Sobb had led a desperate rearguard action at the Burrwitch bridge, buying time for refugees to flee. Then the world went white, and when Elias woke up, Sobb was gone. They sank together
Elias’s knuckles whitened around the Tracker. The Quest Tracker wasn't magic. It was a contract. He had written a rule on the inside cover in his own blood: No new quests until the last is closed. And for two years, the last one had been Sobb. He screams to run
Elias drew his rusty shortsword. His heart was a cold stone. "John. Can you hear him in there?"
"Eli," the thing inside the armor rasped. Not Sobb's voice. A chorus of static and whispers. "You came. The Tracker never lies."