If supplies are the lifeblood of an army, this is its heart.
I understand the importance of my job. Without supplies, our troops can't act against Tiamat and the rest of the Balaur.
Still.... I never feel like this is what I am meant to do. I miss flying. I miss the freedom of the skies, the feel of cloud wisps against my skin.
Maybe I can return someday... But it seems that won't happen until this war is over.