[Gorthan smiles warmly into the feed. Behind him are a meadow and a whole lot of trees from the routes north of Goldenrod. He has his Ditto on his shoulder, his Umbreon on his lap and looks quite content.]

Congratulations on your eggs, Ren. And I wish you the best of luck on your journey. You should inform your superior, at the very least as a gesture of respect, but I doubt they'll stop you. After all, they did not stop me.