My shoulders have grown calloused and stiff from the weight of the innocent lives I guide to their myriad destinations. Day in, day out, I command this dragon of steel in their service. My feet and hands puppeteer this ferrous beast in arcane rhythms, a symphony of gears and fire known by few and heard by none. For this deed, I take no reward, no reimbursement, save for the standard remuneration of a monthly salary, which, quite ironically, is nothing to ride home about.