Syrlya is about to go ahead and explain the bloodstone, but Lambert's quick deflection of that makes him pause. About himself? Actually, what of the reason he's hear has he told Lambert? He's been very forthcoming in hopes of someone having any sort of epiphany, but sometimes a mundane conversation gets sandwiched being so much chaos it's hard to keep track of.

"A lot of it will likely have to do with magic," he absently mumbles, twisting the glass between his fingers. "Well, I have already told you where my people came from... I don't believe I've told you about the Elder Dragons, yet."

Which is mostly related to him. It's where his thoughts often occupy, anyway.