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"Who's Yuna?"
Auron glanced up warily from the whetstone. The questioner proved to be a sullen-looking teen watching him with arms folded.
"Lord Braska's daughter," he grunted.
The girl sniffed. "Lord Braska is a bad Summoner."
"Excuse me?" Auron gave the waif a dour look.
The girl lifted a shoulder and let it fall. "Leaving her behind."
Auron shrugged. "If he brings the Calm, she'll be safe. So will many other little girls."
"Lucky them," Lulu said bluntly, turning away. "I'll look out for Yuna." Expression hooded, the youngster stalked off.
Childhood, Auron thought sourly. There's another who skipped it.