"You know my brother, too?" Carlos asked.
The surrounding soldiers all burst into hearty laughter.
"How could we not?" Winters joined in the laughter and turned to ask Pierre, "Where's Berlion?"
The laughter stopped.
Pierre's expression became somewhat dejected, "Under Alpad's control, he is a blacksmith, kept under strict watch. My father, and many others, are also under Alpad. But as for their exact location, I don't know. Are they still alive? I don't know that either."
"We need to figure out a way to bring them back," Winters sighed.
Pierre perked up, slapping his thigh and said, "As long as you are back, we have nothing to fear!"
The others all nodded in agreement.
Winters remembered something particularly important and asked Carlos with a serious demeanor, "How about you... How's your cooking?"
"No good, no good at all," Carlos frantically waved his hands, "I always ate what my brother cooked, I can't do it."
