Tristan paused for a moment, having to think about the question momentarily. "Cerenis," he lied. He was planning on going to Arca with Oliver, once they had met up, but he didn't want this woman to know anything more than what she had to. After all, simple conversation wasn't meant to be particularly fruitful. "And you?"
Oliver offered Tristan the rest of his meat, now only a scrap, and Tristan shook his head. Oliver ate it quickly, now simply listening, having nothing to say and giving his brother the stage.