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Breden drew his sword and stood his ground, the feeling of iron in his hand giving him a level of confidence he would never had possessed a few months ago. 

"W-what's an owlbear doing here?" Breden pointed his sword in the direction of the owlbear, which let out a strange sound, half a hoot, half a roar. One of the other goblins in the patrol answered Breden, although he didn't take his eyes off of the owlbear for a second.

"They sometimes get too close to the village when they can't get enough food from hunting. We've seen them eating from our fields before, but usually at night. It's rare for them to be so bold as to try this in the day. It must be starving."

"Maybe we don't have to kill-" the owlbear charged at the goblins, ending any question as to what they should do. "Alright then, if that's how it has to-" the owlbear slashed at Gurs, although its claws were unable to penetrate the crude iron breastplate he was wearing. In truth, it was little more than a rectangular sheet of metal hung from leather straps. It would be considered little more than scraps by human standards, but it did the job, giving Gurs let another reason to be grateful for the old smith's skills. 

Breden slashed at the owlbear, inflicting a long cut onto its flank, causing it to leap back in pain, shedding a bit of fur and feathers in the process.