Imoen jumped on a gryphon ready to go and meet her destiny her newfound purpose; she had given up on humanity and her supposed friends. She wanted to hear them tell her that they would be with her no matter what she was but of course they didn’t they told her that she was still and ‘Emissary’. She hated that word, she hated how she was no longer called Sister it made her feel like she wasn’t part of the family anymore. She thought about more people she knew, Thepol. How she would miss his silly antics and his foolishness and Elizabetha her gentle smile, her kind attitude she would miss her.