
"Ye gods, he speaks!" Styrm gasped in mock surprise. "Thought yer tongue must've fallen out some way back," he added with a chuckle, distracted and halfhearted. They were both silent a moment, Styrm's heavy feet stomping irregularly with weariness and the mounting dead weight of the boy. He sighed heavily at last.Â
"Styrmsthal Tyrbsyn's th'name, laddie."
"Styrmsthal Tyrbsyn's th'name, laddie."