Heron Lake Plateau Silver Forest Vanhoover

Birk assumed that he must have lied there for quite a while, it took him longer to realize that the two people - one big, pale and laughing, the other - gray and smirking - standing there and looking at him as some sort of a local attraction were not imaginary. He rolled to his belly and looked at the two through squinted eyes (partly because of the pain in his head) - from head to toe, his gaze lingering at their faces a bit longer - then he offered a sheepish smile.

"Nah, I am fine," he declared, though he would have said the same thing, when and if he had lied there bloody and half-unconscious. "So, what about you - may I say, how flattered I am to have such an audience?" he said with a grin.