The tent flap opened again, and this time two knights entered together, clearly having walked over from their own tents in companionable conversation. Both were younger than Sir Brennus and Sir Padraig, probably in their late twenties or early thirties, and they had the easy confidence of men who had proven themselves in battle but hadn't yet accumulated the scars and wariness of the older generation.
"Lord Liam!" the first one exclaimed, a broad smile splitting his face. He wore a tunic of muted green wool that complemented his dark red hair, and his riding boots bore the scuffs of someone who spent much of his time in the forests and hills. "When we heard you were back, we could hardly believe it. We were already making plans to storm whatever demon nest you'd been taken to."
Ollie rose again as the two knights approached, and his eyes widened slightly in recognition when he got a good look at the red-haired knight's face.
