Dark and Oliver stood at the front of the forest, after clearing out the demonized, but getting into the forest would still take some more effort. The knights were weak, and so were the adventurers. Though losses had greatly reduced, it was still very hard to push forward.
"The men are weak. We might have to push forward ourselves," Dark said.
"They gave their all, but men have their limits," Oliver said.
"Don't be too quick to enter. Seems you have some backup," a male voice came from behind them. They turned around to see a lean, shirtless man with a long beard and red hair. He staggered from side to side with a jar in hand.
He was the drunkard, their friend who drank so much his name was lost in wine. Now he was called drunkard.
"Drunkard, I thought you were helping Lady Emily with the injured at the back," Dark said.
