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"Ahaa..." Birk nodded, deciding that he would feed that thought later (or whatever was the right expression for this) and not realizing that few days later he would talk about the same topic with Finley too. 

"Talking I can do pretty well - story-telling. Well, not so much," he shook his head. With his bad memory regarding names, he did not think he would make a good chronicler at all. He briefly toyed with the idea of becoming the fun-chronicler - passing on imagined and far-from-truth stories and nonesense, but he decided against even mentioning it to the leader. He did not want to look too foolish in his eyes.