Maximus heard this, looked at Cleobrotas, and saw that the old man was still observing him with a probing gaze.
So, he smiled slightly: "Elder Cleobrotas, I will answer your question in a while. You've come from afar, how can we let you stand here and talk? Come, come, follow me over there, have some wine to quench your thirst, eat a bit to fill your stomachs, and then we can talk in detail."
"That's wonderful!" Karsipengpas, pulling at his sweat-soaked clothes, complained: "This damned weather, it's unbearably hot!"
"I wonder if it's as hot in your tribe as it is here?" Maximus asked casually as he led them back.
"It's much cooler there, though winters are colder, especially in the mountains. However, these past few winters have been particularly cold, sigh... it's difficult," Karsipengpas shook his head and sighed.
Maximus was slightly moved.
The attendants had already laid out tent cloths on the grass and set out wine and various foods.
