Irina and Keno stayed inside the cave with the old man and the young Keno. It seemed that the man was a very caring man towards the child, he had taught him to fight with a sword and use some simple spells. They looked like father and son.
The young kid seemed happy and the old man gently patted his head always he made the right move with the sword. They laughed and played games, the man cooked some untasty meat and the young boy brewed some soup. They seemed to be in harmony and peace as if they knew each other for many years and were now used to each other thoughts.
Irina looked at the beautiful picture in front of them and smiled, she was glad that the little kid at least grew up knowing happiness and with a loving and gentle person by his side. She turned to look at Keno but his eyes didn't seem as happy as she thought.