Swamped

"Whenever a bird passed through the camp, he'd try to get close and just listen to it for a while. I never really asked why. Could be because birds are one of Reth's main symbols, could be he just liked birds."

You muse on this.

"So a quiet, devout guard who likes birds becomes leader of a weird religious mercenary group? Have to say, I don't really see how that connects."

"Well, ex-military usually have trouble moving onto other sorts of jobs," Jeb says. "I hear the same happens with humans, but it's even more pronounced with us. I think that's why the group started, anyways. Just to give that sort of grebling something to do."

"Provided they're strongly religious," you note.

"Yeah, well. It was a particularly rough time to be a strong believer ten years ago."

"Why, what happened..."

Jeb shakes his head.

"Sorry. Shouldn't have mentioned it. Really don't feel up to talking about it, and it's not important any more anyways."

You can see in his eyes that this is something it's best not to pry about. At least, not through him.

You thank him for his time, and think about what you're going to do next.