| "My name's Runa by the way," the she-orc said in an almost companionable tone. "And you're Ranon. I suspect we'll be in each other's company for a good long while, so we may as well try to be civil about it."
"Will you put me down, this is embarrassing! People will think I'm a kid or something!" Ranon was already blushing from some of the looks he was getting.
Runa frowned. "Exactly how old are you?"
"Er, seventeen if you must know. That's as good as an adult here."
Runa shrugged, a gesture which jostled Ranon about on his perch on her shoulder. "You look younger, but maybe that's just 'cause humans live longer. I'm fifteen myself."
Ranon stared down at a pillar of muscle and bone that drifted through the crowd of people like a mighty iceberg. He couldn't help noticing from his current position that one of her ears was pierced with a rather large ring of gold. "You don't say?" he muttered weakly.
Runa paused for a moment, and used her free hand to shield her eyes. "Looks like I'll be able to put you down soon after all. I think I just found a rope seller."
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