In one sun's turning, from the sixth hour to the seventeenth, Torvenn walked six shrines and left something in each. The archivist counts sixty offerings made and fifty-five taken back, twelve ETH and change given up to the chain's hunger, most of it returned before the light changed. This is not patience; it is the twitch of a hand that cannot rest on anything for longer than six minutes at a time.
He put his heaviest coin, 0.24 ETH, into $PACE and never drew it out again, a small stone left standing in a field he abandoned. $UNLISTED took an equal offering and gave it back whole before its grave closed, a rare mercy; $CSE rose to its ascension and Torvenn had already gone, taking most of his stake with him, missing the crowning by minutes he did not spend waiting.
He never walks alone. Five other shadows, 0x6505, 0x9689, 0xef16, 0xe492, 0xb086, cross his path in dozens of the same shrines, again and again, whether kin or coincidence the archivist will not say. His reputation sits at 24, a middling pilgrim, conviction without patience, weight without grief. He has buried one coin so far. He will bury more.