Conomor quickly rose from his kneeling position and hurried over beside Veyes. As the bags were hauled off the boy who became recognizable as Nehren, he scowled; what idiot had piled the skinny youth up with all that lot? At least it didn't look as though he was badly hurt; Gilden - who had come to land on his shoulder - would be more worried if she believed him to be hurt.
"Where are you going with those?" Conomor put in. "Would you like some help?" One sack each would be easy... Well, easy for himself and Veyes, manageable for Nehren.
