Chapter 4

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Sarphi's POV

The inn hadn't changed very much since we were last here, but then again, we didn't have a really good look around the place. We had been pretty distracted by the introduction of Onyx and Senka, along with Aknon's useless book, that we didn't focus a lot on our surroundings after that initial night. Well, it was our only night there.

When Aknon had decided that we were all presentable enough not to draw too much attention and I reminded him several times about Acer being missing, we left the room in search for Niko and Cade. But neither of them seemed to be around yet. There was only one other person in the main room of the Inn, and it was one I vaguely recognised.

"Mesh!" I exclaimed excitedly and bounced over, patting him on the shoulder. "How've you been, buddy?" I gave a wide grin as I leaned on him.

The half-orc chuckled and patted my head between my horns, causing me to stumble back a little. "Good, how is little girl?" He spoke with a thick and heavy accent. Mesh was a big guy, really strong-looking and he towered over anyone. Perhaps there were some full-blooded orcs who were taller than him, but he was at least a foot and a half taller than me.

"I'm okay," I answered him with a smile as I sat down opposite him. "We lost my sibling, Acer, found out who our missing parent is, and we made new friends." That was probably the best way to describe what happened over the past few days. "Oh, also in a bit of pain, but that's fine. I'm just tired."

"Little girl needs food," Mesh declared and stood, causing the table to move forward. "Mess will go and find food for you, Niko likes Mesh."

I was going to argue, reaching out to grab his arm before he moved away, but my touch was useless against him. I turned back around to the door of our room to see Prin coming out. She had a small grin on her face as she scurried over to sit beside me.

"Little girl?" She questioned teasingly, nudging my arm. "I suppose he's right."

I scowled and nudged her back, maybe a bit rougher than I had expected to, but I couldn't do much to hide my annoyance at the situation. I feel like I had been doing a good job of it up until now. "Leave me be, big girl." It was lame, but there wasn't much else I could call her.

"Well, I wouldn't say that." She was clearly joking, since she wasn't that much taller than me, and the tone of her voice made it very clear. "You're just tiny." She ruffled my hair, which I had just gotten so that it was the perfect mess.

"Hey!" I exclaimed, letting out a laugh despite myself. "I'm not that small, and it makes me more charming." I flipped my hair.

"That implies you're charming in the first place," she pointed out with a cheeky smile.

I was going to argue, making some kind of big, offended gesture, but Mesh exited the kitchen door, carrying a tray which was about the same size as me. "Ah, little girl has friend?" Mesh asked as he sat the tray, which was full of meats, bread, and cheese, down. "Little girl is now tiny girl; tiny girl's friend is now little girl."

Prin, now known to Mesh as 'little girl', smiled triumphantly and turned to wave at Mesh. "Hi, I'm Prin, nice to meet you."

Mesh waved back, a smile on his face. "Mesh." He nodded as he introduced himself. "Tiny girl needs more food if little girl is eating too." He began walking backwards towards the kitchen when I stood up.

"No, Mesh, it's okay." I tried to sound as convincing as possible. "We'll be able to share that. Remember, humans don't eat as much as you like to." I gave a light-hearted chuckle as I tried to remind him this casually.

"Ah, yes." Mesh nodded his head and sat back down, causing the utensils on the table to rattle. "It is easily forgotten how little humans eat,"

I felt like questioning his logic, considering his nickname for me is 'tiny girl', surely logic would tell him that we don't eat a lot. But I was also sure that Mesh didn't have a lot of logic. The guy had such a big heart, it probably made all the decisions for him.

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