"One of Dad's?" Tyr repeated, voice laced with wonder. Those were usually the kind of stories his father told him whenever he came back so it'd be like he was there with him. And they were always Tyr's favorite because there was never anything else like them--and there was no way a storybook hero could be half as great as his Dad.

"You know more?" he almost cheered in excitement, but he actually kept his voice down for once like Gremio just said he'd bake an entire tray of cookies just for him. His hands gripped Gremio's shirt pleadingly. "I want to hear! You have to tell me!"