Bramblepoint Forged from the ashes

"I met one of the leaders, I guess," Birk scratched behind his ears, trying to recall anything else about the encounter. He was bad with names, therefore he did not even try to look for that, but maybe he could conjure up an image of the person. Yet after an intense minute of trying he had found many faces he had seen during his travels, but he had no way of telling if the one or the other belonged to the said leader.

"A nice guy," he shrugged.