"How's the Centurion? How's Uncle Gerard? How's Mrs. Mitchell? What about Anglu? And Vashka?" Bell held Pierre's hand as he walked into the tent, asking non-stop, "And what about the other friends? Is everyone alright?"
"Everyone's fine, just fine." Pierre replied with a smile, giving the young Hunter a playful punch, "I saw the wolf you brought back, it's truly an impressive catch!"
Bell's face showed no pride or satisfaction; he made an effort to smile in response.
"Are you hungry or thirsty? I'll go get some cheese crumbs and a bit of milk wine." Bell pulled Pierre to sit on the carpet, set up a small table, vigorously wiped it with his sleeve, then turned to go out to fetch food and drink to entertain Pierre.
"Alright, alright! I'm not thirsty, nor hungry. Rest a bit, come sit with me for a while, alright?" Pierre held onto the young Hunter's sleeve, not allowing him to leave, and curiously asked:
