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"Hm? Oh. Yeah. I can walk fine. I've had worse injuries than this," Triston says, chuckling and waving Lambi off. But as Lambi explains his past and what had happened with the village and how he didn't know his father, his smile fades slightly. "Gee. I . . . I'm sorry to hear that," he says softly. "You must miss him sometimes."
Then he freezes and stiffens, holding out an arm in front of Lambi to keep him from walking. An old, hoarse voice floats through the trees nearby. Someone's singing.
"Do you hear that?" Triston whispers, narrowing his eyes. He draws his sword and swallows. "G - go wake up the dragons. I'll try and get a better look," he adds, gently nudging Lambi's shoulder to urge him away from danger.
Then he freezes and stiffens, holding out an arm in front of Lambi to keep him from walking. An old, hoarse voice floats through the trees nearby. Someone's singing.
"Do you hear that?" Triston whispers, narrowing his eyes. He draws his sword and swallows. "G - go wake up the dragons. I'll try and get a better look," he adds, gently nudging Lambi's shoulder to urge him away from danger.