At first it was a small shake after a long day of carving.

Gildean had learned from a young age how to take care of their body, so they took the rest of the day off nonchalantly. Letting their legs and neck rest was just as important as doing actual work - their whole career depended on their ability to use their body to create art.

Instead of going away, the tremor worsened week by week. No amount of rest made it go away, no medicine could do anything but dull the ache that had started to appear. But the shakes stayed.

Gildean hadn't had any plans to enter the Dungeon during his lifetime, completely content as a worker in the Shining Guild.

But this had changed things. The call of the Dungeon felt like it was trying to tell Gildean something.

Come. I will help you. I will heal you. I will give you power. This is where you belong.

Their shallow engagement with a Dungeon noblehouse felt like a sign. They'd barely met Niruk, but Gildean knew that his destiny seemed to be tied to the Dungeon. He was a Dungeon diver. He could help Gildean reach levels of the Dungeon that would take them years to reach alone.