"Goblins?"
"...You think goblins?"
The Goblin Slayer looked toward the window. The sun was nearly gone. Soon, the world would belong to shadows. "Goblins
He stood, slipping the blade into a sheath at his lower back. For a moment, he hesitated—a rare thing. Then he reached into a pouch and pulled out a small, wrapped bundle. "Goblins
"He holds his knife wrong. Reverse grip is for close caves, not open fields. He'll cut his own thumb if a goblin rushes him." "Goblins
"Yes?"
"Cheese. The farm girl sent it. Said the temple shouldn't rely only on offerings." He set it on the bench. "Also. The boy you're teaching. The one with the limp."