Oliver Fog: Well, that's everything done, more or less... Let me check my work schedule.
Oliver Fog: Good. Then I can clock off now.
Oliver Fog: It's not that noticeable during the daytime, but as soon as night falls, this forest becomes excruciatingly quiet.
Oliver Fog: Hm... I hate places that are this silent.
It reminds me of the fog I have to immerse myself in almost daily.
Where even my shouts and cries for help are swallowed up by this bedevilled fog.
???: Waaaaah!!!
Oliver Fog: What's this? It's too dark to see clearly ...
Oliver Fog: Critters! And they're attacking!
???: Squeeeee!!!
Oliver Fog: There's even more of them than I'd feared ...
Oliver Fog: And there's no kind of natural shelter around... If I stay put, they'll eventually surround me.
Oliver Fog: Fortunate that I absorbed quite a bit of fog while working this afternoon. It should still be usable...
Oliver Fog: Hah... So this my reward for all that hard work?
Oliver Fog: No, I shouldn't think like that.
Oliver Fog: But work's the reason I ended up in this mess.
Oliver Fog: It looks like there are fewer enemies in that direction... I think I just might break through that way.
A dense fog pours out from above his umbrella, quickly enveloping the surrounding area.
Oliver Fog: Phew... That was a narrow escape, all thanks to the fog... At last it seems there aren't as many critters around here.
Oliver Fog: It's too dark now, and with the fog, I couldn't even make out what kind of critters were attacking me...
Oliver Fog: I need to rest for a bit now... I'll figure out how to get out of here once I catch my breath.
???: Fogwalker, are you alright, my young friend?
Oliver Fog: ?!
A Knight: Are you truly so surprised to see someone here, Fogwalker?
Oliver Fog: ...Mr. Knight!
A Knight: Did you think me a Dullahan? Or else what other vile thing did you see as to elicit that reaction on seeing someone here.
Oliver Fog: I thank you for using the word "surprised" instead of "panicked" regarding my reaction.
A Knight: I have no interest in shaming your reaction, Fogwalker.
Oliver Fog: Well then, Mr. Knight, what brings you here?
A Knight: Someone had the sudden impulse to play the part of a stone in the forest. See? Someone's disguise is quite perfect, is it not? Even your keen eyes failed to detect someone's presence amid the moss and trees.
Oliver Fog: Don't you think it would have been even stranger if I had managed to notice you there?
A Knight: Because the night is so dark?
Oliver Fog: Mr. Knight, this kind of banal joke is what we commonly refer to as a "dad joke."
Oliver Fog: I haven't heard a line as terrible as that since my father passed. And I'd rather I never heard such a thing again...
A Knight: Please forgive me. Someone didn't mean to stir up memories from your past. Someone deeply regrets having upset you so.
Oliver Fog: Come now. It was a long time ago. I don't really care much about it anymore, anyway.
A Knight: In that case, perhaps you might tell someone more about your father? Someone is quite interested in the previous Fogwalker.
Oliver Fog: You want me to tell you about my father?
Oliver Fog: I'd rather not. I can't think of a single thing worth mentioning about him.
Oliver Fog: He was an ordinary man, and the most ordinary Fogwalker... A Fogwalker who died in the fog.
Oliver Fog: And a failure of a father.
Oliver Fog: He hardly ever spent any time with my mother and me. Every single day, if he wasn't busy working, he was studying the arcane. And it was only when discussing arcanism that he would display a demeanor alike to an arcanist.
Oliver Fog: He spent his whole life studying and striving to push the arcane techniques of the Fog family forward, hoping to adapt them to the fog we now face in the modern era, but ultimately, it led him to his demise.
Oliver Fog: Ironic, isn't it?
Oliver Fog: I can scarcely remember what he looked like anymore. The only thing about him that left any sort of lasting impression on me were those few "dad jokes" he made around the dinner table.
Oliver Fog: Terrible, tasteless jokes.
A Knight: But he was a Fogwalker, and there was only one Fogwalker in all London.
Oliver Fog: People have attached a great deal of import to the title "Fogwalker," but in my opinion, a Fogwalker is not much different from a manure scooper.
Oliver Fog: Devoting yourself or even sacrificing yourself for the sake of your so-called responsibilities... there is nothing more foolish in the entire world.
Oliver Fog: I'll never live my life the way my father did. He was bound by the title "Fogwalker," but I won't let that happen to me.
A Knight: You admire your father greatly. Someone can feel it.
Oliver Fog: I do not...
Oliver Fog: When I was a child, I wanted to become a Fogwalker too, so yes... maybe then I admired my father greatly.
Oliver Fog: But things are different now.
Oliver Fog: It's only because he used to...
???: Wooooo!!!
Oliver Fog: Damn it! How did these critters ever catch up with me?
Dark shadows rush out from the depths of the forest, encircling the area before there's time to react.
Yet more shadows emerge from the forest depths, like smoke spewing from factory chimneys, thick and relentless.
A Knight: It appears we've found ourselves in something of a predicament.
