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How could he be so stupid? Ingram blushed, immediately embarassed by his lack of both articulation and rentention. He had wanted to know why she was alone - again with that Kjalarr stuff. The name brought back a memory, for a moment; was Kjalarr white?

Ingram's expression darkened as a scowl slipped over his countenance. "I know that, but why are you not with someone? Don't you have a mom, or a babysitter or something?" He mumbled, his gaze somewhat averted. "I'm here with a friend. We're traveling."