But... Gray Dog, You have always been the one most stridently against the Scouts learning any Assassination Techniques. Noticed that, did ya? Always said you was a bright 'un. The Scouts of the Clan of the hawk are the closest thing to Children this old hound will ever have. (How Close To Home is that!?) I will not See them go down that particular Road to hell. The Scouts are the Clan's eyes, not it's fists... Got it in one, little sister. Anyway, I worked with those men right up until the time I saw that they were about to start a war... and I put a stop to their plan... and to a couple of them... From that point on I was a hunted man. I made my way home to the Old Republic through various means, and the one time I slipped up, I quickly had a large team of men with guns trying to nail my ass to the wall... and I barely slipped away. From that point on, I got real careful. I made my way to the only man I could trust. Tommy Begay.