Pausing only to reclaim his backpack, Gregoras trotted up behind Talsarios to meet with the strangers. He chanced an apprehensive smile, a slightly ghoulish expression in his case.
Perhaps they've been fighting bandits... or maybe they are bandits, he thought, unhappily.

He looked sideways at Talsarios, hopefully. The young scholar was a persuasive and well thought of man. What could possibly go wrong?