Haunted Wood nobody saw it comin' but the little red devil in me

Birk was relieved, when the girl explained that she had no idea, what his name was. If the situation had unfolded differently, he would have to pretend that he knew hers perfectly well. And as much as he was open about his bad memory, when it came to names, he felt no pride either about this flaw.

"My name is Birk," he replied. "But if you call me a Brick by mistake - I won't take any offence." Though he really preferred the first version of his name. Had more Northern vibe to it. "What is yours?"