Humans are social animals. When you accept a gift from the High Table, you must provide your services. This is the social contract.

Looking at those glorious names, each one represents a glorious past. However, time has passed, and the High Table remains. But these names are either on wanted lists or in cemeteries.

So, when I came into this world, I swore that I would never be a killer. Otherwise, one day, someone might kill me for a dog.

Only in the corner where the high table doesn't matter.

Only then can I successfully survive in this world full of calculations. Remember: only the dead are reliable.

So, I will move about the world as a scavenger, offering my loyalty, and I will obey if you require, and I will continue to obey.

So said the famous good fellow, the street sweeper who charged the highest price.