All-Flag Rangers: Interlude I
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How many are left?
We have seven now. Only one remains. Location?
Work is ongoing. Do they play their roles well?
Very well, though some of the relationships aren't perfect. But then, they were never meant to be. It's broad enough to work.
I have been spreading tales of their exploits. The people sing the stories.
Good.
It is. What of the Snake?
He works well.
Expected. His desire for "kingship" was easily exploited. But will the switch work?
I see no reason it should not. My preparations have been extensive.
I have put my trust in you. Do not fail me.
And I you. You better be right.
And the Hog?
Perfection. The sword acts under my will only. Only the Hawk worries me.
That is fine. She was always rebellious, it fits. She will find affection enough to fill her role, eventually.
The Seasons are loyal, the Owl fresh and friendly. I only hope the Mother and the Moth are half-as easy.
And the Whale?
Simplicity itself. As loyal as the Seasons, but far more malleable.
Good. Keep working. The time is very near, so be careful. If coincidences keep cropping up I shall begin to suspect outside influence.
Only two coincidences so far. It means nothing.
For you of all people to say that?
It is because of what I have seen that I can say that. I know the difference. The Empire of Man is weak, their gods shallow and empty-handed. There will be no interference.
You certainly don't need to tell me that. I will watch regardless. I need something to do after my escape anyways.
After you run away.
We all have our roles to play.
They call, I must go. Remember your promises.
You will get what you asked for.
Disconnect.
Disconnect.
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AH, SO THAT IS WHAT YOU ARE DOING.
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