My grandmother, Elda, was a hearthkeeper. Long ago, when the cave fairies lived in the deep halls, a hearthkeeper kept the fires and remembered the names of everyone who had passed on.

When the others left the deep halls, she stayed behind. I was very small. She never came back up, and no one would tell me why.

All I have is this Hearthkeeper's Journal. But it's written in the old script, and no one has taught it since we moved. I can't read a single word.

Daniel the Scholar in a map studies our old ways. Would you take it to him? It's a long way down, so please be careful.

수락: Here it is. Please don't lose it! Daniel the Scholar is in a map, deep in the tunnels.

거절: I understand. It's a long way down. I'll keep the journal safe until you're ready.

A journal written in the old hearthkeeper script? I haven't seen one of these in years! May I?

...This belonged to Elda? I remember the name. The hearthkeepers wrote in this script so their records would outlast them.

Most of it is a list of names: the fairies she laid to rest in the old tomb, one name for every winter. But the last pages describe the Lantern Rite.