"Claaay!" a sweet yet matured voice called him from behind, making the man turn around.
He had an expression on his face that showed how exhausted he was. His looks weren't that of a healthy person either. His clothes were only mended straps. One could easily tell that the man had gone through several battles during the last days.
At least, he was taking care of his hair and beard since both seemed well-trimmed, but that was only due to the constant care of his partner, the female that was calling him.
"What's it, Susan?" he asked, turning to her and adjusting the bow that was resting in his back, together with a quiver with a few arrows. He didn't need that quiver nor the bow but it was quite strange for an archer to walk around without one, so he decided to take it just to keep disguised. There was a backpack hanging in his left shoulder as well, in which he carried most of their resources.
