Chapter 92
"What is a Vok’ren?" I asked him as I walked back to the group. "By the way, what’s your name?"
The boy followed me and Yolin, who had a serious expression.
"Ah, yes!" he replied with a long breath after taking a substantial sip of water. He looked down at the pet bottle in his hand for a second, "Such a weird container. My name is Parris, Your Excellency! I... don’t know what they are, as I didn’t see them myself. I haven’t learned of them yet, unfortunately. I’m only thirteen years old."
I turned my head to him and appraised the boy.
[Parris, Lupum Lvl 26 Warrior]
Not even past the base class, I thought.
"And how did you know of them?" I asked as we reached Lapia and the others. "There’s a threat to the north, who wants to come? It’s a pack of Vok’ren," I informed them.
The boy’s face turned complicated, and he looked down at his feet. He grabbed his shorts, the only clothes he was wearing, and bit his lips.
My companions went silent for a few seconds and stood up. Lapia and Alyssa went to the cabin, and Bromisnar stood up from his chair, storing the bottles and foods. Bonte spat the alcohol in his mouth and helped the Satyr. Pokora ran into the cabin at a speed no shorty should run at.
"My... friend and I were exploring around the lake when we saw an Elf walking into the forests," he said, looking up at me. Then, he continued at a quick pace when he saw my unimpressed face, "We were curious, so we followed. After around twenty minutes, we lost sight of her and got lost. Then, we came across Captain Lorena with a team of Watchers, they were heavily injured. She asked me to come tell you about the Vok’ren. My friend stayed behind as he’s a Cleric and has decent healing skills."
Shit did indeed hit the fan, looks like, I thought, giving him a nod.