At the outskirts of the village, panic reigned—people scattered in all directions, as a huge army of goblins approached, their exhausted, saddled riding girls breathing heavily under the heavy weight of the goblin riders. It was the Artar tribe, which had been terrorizing the local small villages for a long time. A tired elf girl stepped forward, with a bit in her teeth and a saddle on her back, carrying the leader of the Artar—the goblin Rentox. He pulled the elf's reins and stopped her.

Rentox: "Locals, we are the goblin warriors of the Artar tribe! From now on, you belong to us! The men will be killed, and the women will be stripped of their clothes and saddled to become part of our herd of riding women, according to goblin tradition!"