The soft, warm, blissful blanket of sleep faded around me into the somewhat harsher reality of the waking world, cushioned by the string quartet playing masterfully in the lounge. The flashing icon on the screen indicates a priority message from a preferred source. Ser Moritz.
I've been accepted.
At the dawn of a new era, at the birth of the first syndicate, I have the privilege and honor of membership. I am a part of something.
The hand, the foot, the hindquarters perhaps, . . . it really doesn't matter. I am a part, and now I must figure out how to do my part.
Refreshed from my rest, I set out to the port, seeing that a portion of everything I earn would also profit my syndicate (yes, my syndicate!). I look forward to learning more.
28 - Welcome