Transitory Mahala's farewell

Transitory takes a big draw on the ever-present cigar and exhales a cloud of noxious smoke.

We've been at this a while, haven't we friends.

New friends as well as old friends. Glaukopis, Gob, I’ve only known you for months, but I feel I am better off for it.

She points at the three Goldtusk brothers.

As for you three, it seems I've known you for a lifetime. And I've been working for your mother even longer. It was ten, fifteen maybe, years ago a starving kid from the bad side of the Rock stole her purse.

Your mother gave me a couple of jobs. First, your spiritual needs, second, your intelligence needs.

I think I've taught you as much as I can about the Light. It's now your own journey. I have confidence in you all.

As for the troubleshooter skills, well, I haven't used them much. You'll be fine without me opening your locks for you. Cookie will smash the traps and take the damage. 

She sighs and takes another smoky breath.

So, it's time for me to leave. I feel my journey taking me in another direction. Another flock needs my ministry. *In Draconic* A small and yippy flock, heh.

I'm not far away, so don't feel you can't come and chat, smoke, drink, whatever.

And if there's a wedding *she looks at Cookie* you damn well better invite me.

She raises a mug.

Here’s to the future!