Right after I arrived at Beatrice's tent, the woman finally arrived shortly after. She came alone right after I said that I had some discussion about doing. I think the woman was curious about what I wanted to talk about.
"What do you want to talk to me about?" asked Beatrice, looking into my eyes intensely.
I quickly turned to face Beatrice, noticing the look of fear that was somehow evident on her face. I took the bottle of wine that was presented in a box and brought it along with two small glasses.
"Please, be seated. Let's talk casually," I asked, speaking in a flat tone.
She nodded and sat down on a wooden chair in front of a round table gracefully. I approached the woman and put one of her glasses and mine on the other side. The conditions in the tent were so quiet that a loud sound accompanied every movement.
Beatrice's eyes were still watching me intently. Every move I make, her eyes always follow. Even when I sat close to the woman, she looked back at me sadly.
