Bola stood in place, his gaze met Hebdo's, and for a moment, they seemed to understand each other's expressions.
"Are you used to it?" Hebdo looked at Bola.
"What else?" Bola responded sadly.
Strangely enough, the two remained silent, and only through their gaze deepened their friendship significantly.
…
"It feels good to be on solid ground."
Lorenzo reclined in a soft chair, utterly relaxed.
This place is completely different from Ingwig, with chairs piled high with animal skins, enveloping Lorenzo's body, a fire burned in the center, warming the surroundings.
This is a longhouse in the dense forest, compared to other buildings in Willerte, it seems very secluded but also very peaceful, only Lorenzo's group exists nearby.
"You can stay here for the next few days."
Hebdo arranged everything for everyone, the journey by sea was exhausting, and everyone slumped in their chairs, listening to Hebdo's explanations.
"Who used to live here?"
