"Uncle Soren. We've been well, thank you." Tim acknowledged, clasping the middle-aged figure's hand in a robust handshake while his eyes crinkled genially. He inquired: "How about you?"
Soren's chuckled, his eyes carried a twinkle.
"Oh, you know, the usual routine. But let's not focus on me. How's my good friend, Wayward, your employer?"
Tim exchanged a glance with Cyril, subtly encouraging him to converse.
Resolving to reply, Cyril affirmed: "He's in good health, Uncle Soren." Pausing, he added: "You know his inclination when it comes to his work— he's either engrossed in his crafts or appraising artifacts."
