Wren

Thanks to the UAG, it's been getting harder and harder to keep my supply of hesperidium tea flowing lately, so I decided that I would set up shop in the marketplace promenade of the Crossroads. I figured a starbase with a reputation like theirs would be a perfect place to hook up with some fellow sparrows who could help smuggle the stuff in, but after what happened last night, I'm beginning to wonder what I've gotten myself into.   After closing my shop for the night, I decided to go socialize. It was a slow night at the Crossroads Cafe. Not too many customers, but all four of the Arcgelen brothers were there. Mike tended the bar while Gabe, Rafi, and Uri sat sipping their drinks and shooting the breeze. I joined them for a drink, and we were having a very pleasant little chat while enjoying the view of the people strolling along the promenade outside. Then suddenly, this guy came streaking through, running faster than I've ever seen anyone run before. I swear the guy was just a blur!   I barely had time to ask, "What the.....?" When a big burly guy with a heavy dark beard appeared in hot pursuit, brandishing a large gleaming cleaver over his head and yelling in, what I could only assume, was his native tongue. If that wasn't horrifying enough, what happened next truly stunned me. All four of the Arcgelens burst into an hysterical fit of laughter, pointing and practically falling off their barstools.   I turned to Uri, the head of security, and asked, "Shouldn't you be doing something about that?"   He could barely pull himself together long enough to reply, "Nah, Moh's alright. It's not like he's gonna kill the guy."   Mike must've noticed the expression on my face, so he gently patted my hand. "Don't worry, Aurelia. When Moh goes after somebody with his cleaver, he always has a good reason. He's our wren."   Well, I know Mike was trying to reassure me, but that bit of information only made me question the wisdom of my decision to move my little teahouse to the Crossroads. What was I thinking?!  

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Description

  All of the local flocks of sparrows are governed by an organization called the feathers. Each flock has a total of five feathers, the fifth one being known as the wren. The wren functions as the alpha of the flock.  

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Appointment

  The wren is chosen by majority vote of the flock to be the one most experienced, knowledgeable, and capable to lead and protect the entire flock.  

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Duties & Responsibilities

  The wren is at the top of the pecking order within the flock and has many responsibilities to go along with that privilege. They provide the deciding vote among the feathers in the mediation of all disputes between members of the flock, as well as being the voice of their flock in dealings with other flocks. As the one who is deemed most capable and wise, the wren is expected to maintain harmony while providing guidance and protection. They must always be vigilant for hawks, a slang term meaning UAG regulators, and do everything in their power to ensure the safety and prosperity of their flock.