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"Goblins?"

He walked toward the door, pausing with his hand on the iron latch. "Goblins

He sat on a wooden bench—not praying, but checking his gear. A spare leather strap for his cuirass. A pouch of salt. A small clay vial of oil. His helmet rested beside him, revealing short, ashen hair and tired, watchful eyes. "Goblins?" He walked toward the door

"I think everything is goblins until proven otherwise." ashen hair and tired

The Goblin Slayer looked toward the window. The sun was nearly gone. Soon, the world would belong to shadows.