[NeverNights]

A century of toil, abating the ails of the living world.

Bells toll and rattle as a crowd gathers at the base of Fortunes governmental building. A procession of those dressed in grim but necessary plague attire leaving the premises, accompanied by one clad in pure white silks and regal golds.

"Its been nigh a century of ceaseless work upon this last bastion of my people. With no one to replace them, their lands long lost to time they have worked themselves to the bone for the betterment of Meranthe.

In their twilight years- those who remain of Londo Medical Corps finally fall into a well deserved rest- to take care of their loved ones and families they have fostered over the decades.

To the attempted coups, Demon Invasion, wars between and many more- they finally get to say "We have done enough".

May these faceless scholars, the brightest minds of my people enjoy the rest of their days upon this world, an earned retirement. I couldn't be more proud.

Now only I shall remain till I too return to the arms of my goddess and the warmth of her embrace.

Till I am dust, till we are all in her arms once more."

-Queen of Londo, Fulumi H. Thorruhn.

With that the bustle of Sapphire bay becomes all that much more serene as the crowds disperse and the one clad in holy vestments once more slips back inside the governmental building.