The men had made it almost to the edge of the Greywoods and looked behind them when they heard someone hurrying to catch up. They exchanged a quick glance. Laethros furrowed his brow a bit, but Charles just shrugged, then looked again the woman suddenly tagging along.
"Well, uh, yeah, we are," Charles said, running a hand along the back of his tanned neck, seeming inexplicably nervous. He was in his mid-twenties, of average height and slim build. He might have been deemed attractive if not for the numerous pox scars visible on his face, neck, and arms. "Anna, right?" he asked, eyeing the woman's weapons, thinking he remembered seeing her chatting with Gytha a time or two.
Laethros looked old enough to be the younger man's father, though there was no family resemblance.