As the sun declined in the horizon and the wind became more chilly the realization that all the fighting they've been doing since they exited the dungeon was nothing but the start of their struggle hit Elio Redwood of the tree folk like a sack of bricks and he went back to his defensive position with a grim expression on his face.
"How did it go? Did you get him to see reason?" A female plant-human hybrid anxiously asked as she wrapped her arms around the tree folk as soon as he returned.
"He refused to listen to reason, he won't give up the holy rank hunter." Elio shook his head dejectedly.
"At least we got some lanterns." A small creature with goat legs said jokingly earning the infuriated glares of the hybrids around him causing the already small creature to seemingly shrink even more. His race was always welcomed in the hybrid circles for their good character and sense of humor, but had no place in the middle of a battle for survival.
