"Let's not talk about that for now…"
Sensing the stares from all around, Roland pushed gently to free himself from Dalko's embrace, then lightly patted his friend's shoulder.
"How is Baron Fosling's health?"
"Father is in great health! But Mr. Hawke is always talking about you, and so are those apprentices of his…"
At this, Dalko shook his head helplessly and gave Roland a half-joking punch on the chest.
"I really don't get how you're so popular."
"HAHAHAHAHA!"
Dalko's dejected look reminded Roland of the peaceful days he had spent at Black Water Manor.
Hawke would talk about him, of course, because of their master-student, father-son-like bond.
As for the apprentices…
'It's probably because they couldn't find anyone else willing to help out for free.'
At this thought, Roland chuckled and shook his head, then asked:
"What about you? Has anyone been giving you trouble here?"
"Who do you take me for?"
Dalko snorted disdainfully and flexed his arm.
