GLOME: Our group has a single tradition.

    Before going on any expedition, we tell each other our plans for the future or our praises.
        
    I did not notice when this habit developed. Never thought it would be needed. 
    But now, after many lost years, I am with these two. They never left me behind from those days…
        
    This two learned me what feelings are. They gave me a family. To me, a pile of clay and sentient earth...
        
    But what if this is our last trip? What should I say in this case? Therefore, our tradition.