'I'm not saving the world. I'm just killing goblins. '
The autumn harvest festival. The ideal opportunity for the Crève-gobelins to spend some quality time in the company of the Cowherd in the morning, and the Hostess of the Guild in the afternoon. With no goblin quests to report, the city seems poised for a rare moment of peace. But that's without counting on the flair of the Crève-gobelins who senses a threat... The high point of the chapter of the harvests and the holidays of the Crève-gobelins!!