Irita had watched the scene as it folded out, prepared from a sudden attack by the armored man. Luckily he didn't attack and instead he retreated. It he were o attack at that moment he would've been killed immediately after all. There was at least two people with combat experience and at least one of them knew magic and was prepared for an attack. Suddenly the sligtly older boy whispered to him. His comment made Irita kick him in the gut with quite a lot of force. "Don't call me short! I'm Irita." he said coldly. He had a complex about his height and didn't like being called short. He took a step away from him and sighed. "I'm just on a journey to find a new place to call home..." he told him.
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