The other man was young, or looked young, seemed young. Caleb knew better than to let that assumption mean anything. He had been traveling with people that were ten or so years younger than him for long enough and knew hardships like he did, had done the same kinds of things--or, at least, in the same realm of things as him--so he knew age was very rarely a factor.

Caleb made no move to conceal his own sins from inspection. Instead, he pulled the amulet out from under his shirt and wrapped his fingers around it, murmuring a soft incantation and focusing on a spell that would help him through whatever this was.