High above, Ethan sat before the interface with a number glowing at the top of the screen.
[Faith Points: 173 → 181]
The settlement had been paying him in small increments all week, a point or two each time a lesson ended, and each time the number rose, he found himself smiling a little more.
He had not asked for any of this, and he had not even known it was possible.
Somewhere between the forge and the schoolhouse, his followers had looked at their own scattered habits, found the thread that ran through all of them, and woven it into something new, and they had done it without a single blessing to help them along.
For eighteen points, he could have sent a flash of understanding to Ferrin, who was the person most likely to solve the problem of names.
His hand even drifted toward the menu before he stopped it.
