The Alaskan Federation 

With the meeting finally over, North still had yet to discover who any of the major players were, only  that there were clear tensions among them. Multiple military types had a history some looked like they were once brothers, others enemies. One nation North recognized their insignia as something he had once spotted on the side of a gun, but they’d ran off elsewhere for now he’d sit and grab a bite to eat, hopefully Victoria was behaving she was the Clan leader for Bearhorn and merely came along for curiosity but ran off on her own. As North went to find a table, he spotted the young leader of another nation who radiated an odd aura but North wasn’t so easily spooked, he had entered the Wednesday House a building he’d call a living nightmare. A child couldn’t scare him off. North adjusted his collar on his coat and walked up to her and her entourage. 
 
“Been an interesting day, I hear you're from a place called the Pitt.” North inched closer. “Is this seat taken? I was hoping we could talk, there’s much I do not understand of this larger world.”