After the light greeting with the soldier, everything returns to its natural quiet state. The soldiers are watching the fire with calm but thoughtful faces. So is Willhem who is once again making a sculpture out of a piece of wood.
"I never saw a result of your wood carving, Willhem."
"Because I always burn them when they are finished."
"Why? Are they not good?"
"I don't know. Nobody has ever seen them so. There is only one I ever left unburned."
"Why is that then?"
"Because the person I made it for betrayed me." Ah, that story about the girl he loved.
"You have any idea of how she is doing?"
"She was thrown out by that noble sometime after so surely, she must be living her pitiful life somewhere. And I hope that…Wait, who said I was a she?"
"The chatterbox."
"Sigh…That fucker. Maybe I should make one for him as well."
"He is dead anyway, there is no point."
