Kwan held his dagger with the tip closer to his chest, not the right way to handle a dagger while surrounded by hungry goblins, but, he held it like his life was depending on it. "There's a hundred of them, Ned," he said, still holding the dagger awkwardly. "But, why is it that, almost half of them are here with us!"
Ned didn't answer. If Kwan liked it or not, this was to Ned's advantage. He doesn't have to travel hundreds of meters to look for the goblins.
Ned unstrap the empty brown leather bag and laid it rest on the ground. He felt relieved having without the bag, yet, it was necessary for his safety. The pouch hanging on his waist was enough for small items. But putting big items inside a small pouch was confusing, especially pulling a black cloak out of the pouch.
Kwan thought that the black cloak was inside and he rested his narrowing eyes on the bag, eventually shaking his head As if trying to shook away the bad thoughts he had for the bag.
