"Uh... hello..."
Hearing the voice, Roland turned around.
A short, slender figure was timidly reaching out a hand, greeting him.
"If I remember correctly..."
Roland spoke with a faint smile as he pulled the last Short Spear from the target.
"Your name is Hobbit, right?"
The newcomer was indeed Hobbit, the solitary Half-Elf among the trainees.
"Th-That's right."
Hobbit nodded lightly and awkwardly scratched his messy brown hair, forcing the corners of his mouth into a respectful smile.
"Hello, Mr. Roland."
"Hello, Hobbit."
Roland replied, naturally taking a few steps back.
"Here to train?"
"Y-Yes."
Hobbit nervously took an Iron Sword from the weapon rack, his voice slightly tight and dry.
"I-I'm not disturbing you, am I?"
"Of course not. It's not like I own the training grounds."
Roland chuckled, exchanged a few more simple words with the shy Half-Elf, and then retreated to a suitable distance on his own.
