"It's a creature made from combining two different animals," he replied without turning his head away from his destination. "They do something to them that causes them to get really agitated and attack us on sight, and some are really dangerous. I'm a bit worried what they can do with a huge bird like that." Ostrelephants were frightening foes to encounter in the wild, and on his own, a rabid Chocobo would kill him in no time.

When Rialynn walked back to him, he stopped walking and tilted his head in confusion. "What do you mean...?" He couldn't think of any recent injury he had, so why would he look like he was hurt--oh, right.

"Oh, I've had that handicap for almost all my life." He waved his hands at her. "It's really nothing by now, I should have mentioned that earlier."

In the past three years, others have stopped pointing out Duster's limp in front of him, so he forgot his habit of bringing it up first.