Carys looks up way up at Sir Leon and definitely gapes at the man's height. It doesn't help that she's a particularly small (though she hates it when people reminder her) 10 year old.

About 150 feet from where they were is a small clearing. In it stands two men who look remarkably similar -- red-blond hair, covered in freckles -- but different enough as to be obvious they are only brothers, not twins. Neither carry a sword, which isn't odd for peasants, except it's indicative of what little protection they have.

"I found an Arthur!" Carys announces, then adds, "And a Leon."