Goblins Must Be Burned (Fem! Goblin Slayer X Firebreak)

Comrades

The day went as per usual for the Guild, till a few adventurers got inside. The other adventurers took their gaze upon an elder elf, a body as flat as a chest plate with ears longer than any elf. She went to the Receptionist to make a demand:

Elf: Excuse me, do you know "Orcbolg"?

Receptionist: "Orc"? You mean "Oak?

Elf: No, Orcbolg! An adventurer!

Receptionist: Sorry madam, but we have no one here called "Orcbolg".

Then another figure, smaller than the Elf but stubbier and looked like he is older, stepped in; a Dwarf:

Dwarf: Sorry there dear, but I remembered that adventurer's name is "Beard-cutter"

The Receptionist too said that weren't any with either of those names. Then the Elf and the Dwarf quarrel with each other's races, saying all sorts of racist comments you he other. That is when a figure with the head of a dragon, tail of one and it's 6 foot in height, step in and said to his comrades, "If you two would please quarrel elsewhere to spare us the trouble, that would be nice." He then apologies the Receptionist about his comrades. That's when he said to what they were looking for:

Lizardman: The person we seek is known by the name of "Orcbolg" and "Beard-cutter". Though the human tongue isn't my strong suit, I believe the person we're looking for is by the name of "Goblin Slayer".

Right on cue, the Goblin Slayer came back to the guild along with her friends. Most eyes are upon them, mostly the mysterious man in a suit that went to the Blacksmith to check on something. The quest they take is successful and the reward was split into 3: one for the Slayer, the other is the Priestess and last is for Firebreak.

Firebreak have a checked on the Blacksmith for his progress and is impressed. A full bag of ammunition, just what he wanted. The Blacksmith told him about the struggle he took to get it right, which is shown by the burn marks on his moustache and beard. He gave the price, Firebreak payed. He took the bag and head back to the group.

He saw the Priestess talking to the Mage. He got a few words from them that said, "Your friend has asked a strange request from me." Immediately he knows who she is referring to. Afterwards he went up to see where are the others, after the Receptionist told him off.

He make a quick listen inside the room:

Elf: I don't see why she is silver rank, her armor isn't that of quality.

Dwarf: Long-ears before you start bantering, take a closer look. The leather she wore give some mobility, her sword and shield, though small, is useful in tight spaces.

Without warning, Firebreak enters the room, thinking this is some sort of trouble.

Firebreak: Is there seems to be a problem?

Slayer: No.

Elf: Aah!! How long you've been listening for?

Firebreak: Couple of seconds.

Slayer: you need to see me?

Firebreak: Just checking, you wouldn't mind if I sit on the couch, would you?

Slayer: I don't mind.

Firebreak then sits next to Slayer which made her rather uncomfortable though he is new to this and she is new to him.

Firebreak: Please, continue.

Slayer: Okay, what do want from me?

Lizardman: We seek your aid, Milord Goblin Slayer.