Up on deck, Egrimm is watching the rising sun and you take a moment to take in the landscape with him. Dawn is a time of significance for both your Orders, though for quite different reasons. To Ulgu it is a transition, the moment on the cusp of day and night, not fully one or the other, where shadows stretch longest and fog still clings to the ground. To Hysh it is illumination, the hidden and unknown becoming suddenly clear as a single source of pure light banishes the darkness. As the two of you stand there, strands of Ulgu creep up the side of the steam-wagon to seep into you and wisps of Hysh ride sunbeams to find purchase in Egrimm.
"It's been a pleasure working alongside you," he eventually says, "and a very welcome reminder that the competent can still claw their way up the ranks."
"Likewise. The journey would have been a great deal more stressful if I couldn't count on you to keep the Lights in hand," you reply, avoiding commenting on the latter part of his statement. You do hope he manages to get out from under Alric's shadow and make his own way in the world. "Any messages you'd like for me to pass on?"
He shakes his head. "We'll not be too far behind you, it's only about a week to Kislev City and from there it's all downstream to Altdorf." You nod. The Lights were here at the behest of Magister Patriarch Alric, so they have no payment waiting in Karak Kadrin, just whatever reward the Light Order might see fit to grant them. "If you ever have another adventure in mind, let me know, and I'll see if I can claw my way free to join it."
"I'll keep that in mind," you promise with a smile.