[ti]solo[/ti]taking notes

Sarthor ghosted back by the stages, eyes flicking over the WorldScreen Lite Demo. He'd gleaned all he could from it personally already- asked questions, tried to understand its mechanisms. Now, though, he needed not answers, but observations. He leaned against a wall, holding his phone open- universal language for "I'm busy," and waited.

The app beeped, gently, reminding him of the Seer Stamp bound to his account, which he ignored. What used did he have for it? Unless it was tied to the Corruption, to Mistra- which he was certain it wasn't- He did not care.

Instead, he watched those leaving the trial. Mentally noted their ages, about how long they'd been in the demo booth. How they acted upon leaving. If they swayed, if they stumbled. Each one was a data point, another seed of knowledge buried and coveted.

Soon, it would be released, and with it, more things to test- more things to try.