The monk peered at the book like a mole blinking in the sunlight. “Alas! Those brigands broke my eyeglasses, and I am sure would have killed me were it not for your brave assistance, good fellow.”
Amused to find that he took her for a man even at such close quarters, Adrien helped the young monk brush the leaves and dirt of the forest floor from his habit. He was of slender build, with longish, light brown hair not yet tonsured. His features were narrow, regular, and not unpleasing to the eye. “I am glad I was able to assist you, Brother,” Adrien told him. “Now, I imagine those ruffians will not be in the best of temper when they wake up, so perhaps we should be on our way before that happens?”
“Of course, of course!” the monk agreed, looking around a little bewildered. “Is my horse nearby?”