human
I knew a warrior once--one very much like the young man who took you from your father's caves. He was a mighty chief--and my mate. Many summers ago I was captured near our caves as I walked at the jungle's edge. A war party from a strange tribe had crept close to our caves during the night, planning to raid us at dawn. They seized me; but my cries aroused my people, and the war party fled, taking me with them. They lost their way in the darkness, and after many weary marches stumbled across a hunting party from Sephar. In the fight that followed they killed almost all of us, sparing only three--and me. I have been here ever since.
gpt
Tharn was a chief's son, she said.
human
Had he lived, I am sure he--
gpt
Tharn--did you say _Tharn_?
human
He--is--dead?