Intermezzo:
My former brothers-in-arms.
There is nothing more dangerous than unpaid soldiers. All of you got your share of the BitSwift ICO. But many of you were paid nothing from Bay.
You now have two scores to settle. One for money, and one for revenge.
Some of you are now riding for Paul. He became your leader long ago. Your saddlebags are filled with Swift, and you fate is thrown in with his.
Some of you are now riding for Zimbeck. Bob did not pay you your share of the Bay ICO, and Zimbeck was right there when you turned. He wanted revenge on Bob and the Salamander. And so did you. And now, your bags heavy with Bay from the ICO, you must ride for Zimbeck if you hope to ever get out alive.
Some of you are still riding for Bob. You were paid from the BitBay ICO. Nothing has changed for you.
Oh my brothers, I see you. I see each of you. I recognize you in the torch light as you pass. On your way to strike a hidden blow for Bob. Or Paul. Or David.
I do not judge you. You are ronin. You are my brothers in arms.
Do not judge me for telling this tale. My dagger is not drawn for you.