The birds exchanged glances in the silence. Finally, their gaze turned to the vulture. It was clear that, even here, the vulture was the least popular.
Sensing their eyes, the vulture froze, instantly furious, "You suspect me of betraying you all? You d*mned b*stards, I was part of the trade. Why would I make trouble for myself?!"
"I just want to remind everyone to not leave behind any complications" someone said.
"Of course there won’t be any!" The vulture’s voice was full of frustration, "What do we do now? Do we wait for the secret police to find us one by one and take us away?!" He continued, "The Royal family has been displeased with us for a long time. The Queen has been having some mental issues recently because of the curse. They are willing to seek outside help, to ask the Easterners for help. If they know that we’ve been messing around at this critical point, they’ll never let us go."