"Up 'til now, things'uv been pretty hush hush. But I'm tellin' ya -- it's a secret that's too well-kept! There's nothin' wrong with keepin' the man upstairs guessin' -- but how many of ya even knew about the rest'uv us! Look around and if ya don't see more people than ya thought, then call me an old man right now an' tell me to get off my soapbox! But I'm bettin' -- everyone's gonna go home from this feelin' a little better then when they came."

A crooked grin flashed its way across, as he lifted an arm, pointing to his blindfold.

"I just wanted all of ya to come today, knowing that I'm a guy you can talk to keepin' your identity hidden, even safe from if they sap out my memories."

He was proud of himself, and probably looked it. If he came out of this meeting knowing that a group banded together tighter from his efforts, he would be happy. As long as the new folk knew there was hope -- and a link to others that wanted to work towards the same purpose -- he would know he accomplished something.

"Though maybe I can't see right now -- I ain't leadin' you guys blind. That's a promise."