Rabin and Nydrian led a small group of soldiers into the jungle. Although the term "small" was used, the reality was that the majority of their forces consisted of supply carriers, functioning more like pack mules. Despite this, there wasn’t a trace of anxiety in the eyes of the soldiers.

"Rabin, what kind of person is the pack mule?"

"Why? You interested?"

"I was just curious. Lately, everyone seems to be relying on him."

Rabin didn’t particularly like Nydrian. Though the timid archer hadn’t actively participated in Lin’s bullying, Rabin was well aware of the disdain and disgust the elf had always directed toward him. After the painful lessons learned in the Church, and after reflecting in the old ruins of the filthy alley, Rabin had finally come to recognize Arsil’s value. Seeing an elf still behaving so aloof and arrogant irritated her greatly.

"He's been someone reliable ever since we were kids."