The battlefield lay silent behind the drunk man, littered everywhere with blood, carcases and broken armor.
The drunk man staggered forward as his wine dropped down slowly from his beard.
He walked without a direction only to stop and take a another swig of the wine, followed by another.
His steps wobbled and his breath hitched when suddenly he came to an abrupt stop.
"…Ah…"
He blinked slowly.
"Oh—"
His lips curled into a crooked, drunken grin.
"—I should have gone looking for good old Dapang!"
His voice lifted with sudden cheer, completely out of place among the corpses.
"That fatty should still be alive somewhere…"
He nodded to himself, swaying.
"Yes, yes… if I'm angry, he should be mad with anger!"
And then he laugh yet it felt as if his soul left his throat.
"He can help me exact revenge… for our sworn brother…"
His voice softened.
"…Fang Yuan…"
His smile turned sad.
"YES! Dapang!" he declared loudly, slapping his own back. "He owes me wine anyway! Hahaha!"
