In this godforsaken borderland, there's only the howl of beasts and the grinding teeth of the Undead for company. Drinking some wine to bolster courage isn't a bad idea.
Most importantly, his craving was stirred up.
"...But considering everyone has worked hard, the brothers swapping guard can drink before going back to sleep. Those on night duty aren't allowed a single drop, understood?"
"Captain, you're wise!"
Looking at the stern-faced captain, the crowd cheered and slung their arms around each other, sitting at the table and beginning to dole out the wine.
Half a bottle was soon poured out, and a sharp-eyed young man walked over to the captain's side, grinning as he stuffed it into the captain's hand.
"Captain, I confiscated half a bottle from these drunks, please check it!"
"You rascal."
Clark teased with a laugh, kicking the guy's thigh but honestly taking the bottle he handed over.
