"[\u2026]\"Not all of us are proud of our origins.\" [\u2026]\"Our employer made us a promise.\" [\u2026]\"You shan't miss your home, I trust?\"[\u2026]\"We only regret the price worth paying.\" [\u2026] Ahead, your employer soars towards the Judgement [\u2026]"@en . . "From: [[]] \t You are one of them, now, although you will never be exactly what they are. You will align yourself with them. Perhaps some day hunt with them [Find the rest of the story at ] __NOEDITSECTION__"@en . "From: [[]] \t You are one of them, now, although you will never be exactly what they are. You will align yourself with them. Perhaps some day hunt with them [Find the rest of the story at ] __NOEDITSECTION__"@en . "A conclusion"@en . . . "Flexing your talons you remind the other Masters that not all of them are proud of their origins. Particularly Mr Veils . You care only about the promise your employer has given you: That all shall be well. When the message is delivered you will find other feasts. Wines is ecstatic, but asks whether you'll miss your old home.\nPerhaps you won't. Perhaps you have no regrets. In the distance you see your employer rising towards the Judgement, with its message burning on its skin."@en . "You are one of them, now, although you will never be exactly what they are. You will align yourself with them. Perhaps some day hunt with them"@en . . "A Conversation on the Road"@en . "Aver it"@en . . .