398 My Only Family (Part 1)

A bell's rusty jangle, as pleasant as grating a fork across a plate, echoed throughout the cave tunnel. To Frey, the chime was a plea; "Please get me back to Arte" it seemed to say. However, to the remaining goblins, the chime was to toll the dead.

Frey had marched down the goblins' cave and cut down whatever leapt in his path. His pole axe was too large within the narrow space, but his kopis had sailed through his enemies with ease, but only at the beginning.

'Of all things, a cold is going to do me in?' Frey thought as he leaned against a wall. His latest victim, yet another stupid goblin, cried armlessly on the ground. Before he finished the monster off, he yanked his helmet off his head.