During midday lunch, the crowd parted ways to Oswald's arrival. The boy could hear the many remarks whispered around, about his first impression and last fight.
Filtering what he wanted to hear most, Oswald managed to focus on Tom's voice. "I hit the target ten times in a row! I could've done more if I had more arrows. I've made a lot of friends today, few talked about you, they're more curious than afraid of you to be frank. Worry not, I'm done talking about you, I'm not adding a word to your story."
Another piece of stale bread with wet oats constituted their meal. It was far from being enough to satisfy one's stomach. Yet he couldn't ask for meat, as the forest had shrunk already, it would further endanger the animals living in it if the soldiers were to deplete its living resources.
Knowing the wolves lived nearby and were probably still watching over him, he never bothered telling he was a fine hunter.
