Johannes gave his scribe a slightly suspicious side-eye stare. He didn't know his assigned partner at all and had doubts the boy would be able to keep up the pace.... but he probably couldn't get away with leaving him at the outpost. The boy would probably go crying back to the Bloodhounds to complain. At least the boy was bright enough to realize they had to leave.

Before he could say anything to Ezra, those rugrats were at his knees again. Not literally at his knees, but that's how he pictured all children - especially scrawny ones found at outposts. He stared down at the girl as she spoke with a wavering voice, his light grey-blue eyes no doubt lacking any warmth if she looked up to his face. Getting thanked was rare and welcome, but the plea to escort them was met with a snorted laugh.

Looking over the girl and her companions - at least the dog looked smart - he motioned toward Morgen while still looking at Morwen. "What's wrong with him? Is he dumb, blind, or all o' the above?"

That was another thing he hated about the Wastelands. Tag-alongs and burdens.