A soft breeze swept through the camp, carrying the rich aroma of roasting pork from the burning campfire.
Few blue leaves drifted lazily through the air before settling onto the glowing coals.
"You mean that guy from the fight?" Daniel asked with a neutral expression, as he adjusted his grip on the skewer.
Bernard gave a small nod. "Yes."
But Daniel wasn't the type of person to reveal anything without first knowing the other person's intentions.
"Why do you want to know about him?" he asked.
Bernard gave a faint smile. "I figured you'd ask." He tilted his head back, his gaze drifting toward the stars scattered across the clear night sky.
"It's about my mother. Somehow… he knows her."
"Your mother?" Daniel repeated, turning the skewer to roast the other side of the pork.
Bernard nodded.
