"Well, can't you tell? I'm a runt," Drex said.
They passed out through the gate at this point, and they must've looked like quite the sight. A shaggy, foreign beast carrying a merchant princess, her luggage, two kegs, and an ogre.
They certainly got their share of odd looks.
"I've got a good throw, and I'm good with the animals, but Borzclubb's never going to put me on any battle lines until I put some more size on and, well... I'm pretty much done growing. I've tried to bulk up but all that did was make me sick," he said.
"Just a measly eight feet tall, no way I could stand up there with the bulls..."