Where There's a Whip, There's A Way
Evzen was, in stature, as a child was to the near-giant of Leonard. Surprisingly pale, his washed-out blue-grey eyes nearly melted into his complexion, and with scarcely two shades of color in his lips, he looked younger even than his 22 summers.
Those pale eyes stared at Greta for a moment. German wasn't his first language, and though he could easily get by, he did need to think about it.
"Ok. Leonard - why us two, eh? One big to carry three, and me to carry one? Or perhaps to chase one, if the crate decides to run off!"