[Thrall holds his gaze when Hiro looks up. He doesn't say anything immediately, just gives him a heavy stare and hopes that's enough to terrify Hiro out of doing anything stupid.]

I trust you.

[But he won't push, even now. He'll let Hiro come to him, as he always does, and provide the kind of teaching or comfort he'll need. His eyes wander back to the path ahead of them, though his ears pick and turn a little at this and that; he's always alert.]

There are countless stories like that even without including those immortalized in lok'vadnod. Each clan has their own heroes and their own legends. The clans are united now, but the stories live on as stories do.

[It must've been a long story indeed, because there is a dark shape in the distance that looks a bit like a cave, and Thrall is heading towards it.]