"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.
