"What's wrong with you?"
Aaliyah noticed Gauss staring blankly at a wall of tree bark, his fork raised in mid-air. She waved her hand in front of his eyes.
"You're not drunk, are you? This fruit wine is just a beverage, right?"
"It's nothing, I just suddenly started thinking." Gauss didn't say much.
On one hand, he wasn't sure if the voice he heard earlier was real, and on the other, they weren't using Magic for their conversation, so this wasn't the place for a chat.
"Let's continue eating."
Gauss put the last piece of stewed meat into his mouth and slowly chewed.
The information was nearly gathered.
Though mostly rumors and fragmented information, what he pieced together was enough to form an initial understanding and impression of the area around Outpost 11.
He put down his knife and fork, stood up.
