Grouse Thicket Hakkerskaldyr.

The conversation was concluded, not that he could've said much more with a bird grasped in his teeth. So he turned and departed, leaving the odd woman to her thoughts while he plotted a course back towards the Firebird claim. The first thing he'd need to do was find this... Neef person, whoever they were. Maybe Wildfire knew them. Or he could ask around for a bit. Still, he wasn't keen on holding on to this bird for long — what if it was infected with something? Yeesh. The things one did for diplomacy.