It became perfectly clear. As precise as any blueprint and as delineated as any formula. This ‘game’ the nobles played, that the songbirds made possible was the very reason our parents, our family died and my sister now lay in the hands of those that wanted to use her for their own ends. Even this Robin woman served a patron, one possibly of our own blood however distant in the past, and she warned other songbirds served other patrons who would work against us. We were not a threat. We were only a piece of something shiny that caught their eye. They were like Jackdaws, drawn to the shining and glimmering bits for no other reason than to feather their nest with them and to be forgotten once taken. Capricious, cruel and utterly uncaring, these were the great and powerful nobles of Tyre, mayhap it did deserve to be swept under by a horde of orcs.
Being talked down to by that lump of a bartender, by that woman Robin rankled me. I do not need to know the avian pecking order as they feed on a corpse to know they are vermin. Scavengers, that is what these Songbirds are, feeding on the corpse of the virtues. I listened to Alberil speak, his desire to not sully his Honor by breaking their laws even if no one else knew. He would know. I saw in that simple statement the rightness of his words. To engage in their game is suffer its tainted. One cannot sleep with dogs and not get fleas.
It is clear, the songbirds must die. Their actions demean what remaining virtues exist in this age of Tyre. I know from my experience they survive until my time for they are the instruments that saw to the death of my family and some in our group have spoken of the inevitability of Time. I would however be condoning their actions if I did nothing.
I am a man of science. As I used my knowledge to help protect my squad in the field so too will I use my skill to defeat this threat to the remaining virtues of Man. I will prepare myself, arm myself against this scourge and they will come to understand the wrath of a virtuous man.