"Aye, we don't have the numbers," Shagga agreed, much to the surprise of the chieftains. "But we're less and less with every winter, while the lowlanders are as numerous as always. In a few winters, only a handful of us will be left! Their young falcon king and his soft lordlings have gathered to feast and drink in one place now; should we cut them all down, the rest would not be able to rally together and fight us!"