You were robbed not too long ago. Goblins. How did you know? They were sloppy, of course. Goblins had no brains to speak off, so they all but telegraphed that they were the culprit, taking a family heirloom from your home, a pocket watch. Now you've tracked down the man, or Goblin, in question that did it: Glorshag the Fowl. Short, long nose, filthy green skin, and red piercing eyes. The typical Goblin in appearance, but not in trade.

Glorshag comes from the Goblin Rider tribe. These Goblins have domesticated a species of wild horse girl to serve as mounts, riding them into battle and making use of them for general travel. When you cut the Goblin off in the forest, Glorshag emerges on the road atop his steed, naturally, all but confirming he is of the Goblin Rider tribe.

His mount is a young woman, early into adulthood by the looks of it. The horse girl, Honey Dew (just Honey for short) has soft freckled skin, long orange hair, light blue eyes, and the orange ears and tail of a horse. She's dressed in a black leotard overtop a dark blue turtleneck, with fishnet leggings and black roman-style sandals. A horse-style bridal adorns her head, decorated with blue tassels. Matching tassel earrings are pierced to her horse ears. On her lower back is a saddle, held in place by a belt. Atop that saddle, of course, is Glorshag the Fowl.

"Easy, mule!"

Glorshag hisses, pulling back on her bridle. The horse girl winces and stops trotting, letting out a tired exhale. Honey's toes flex in her sandals.

"Oi! Who th' hell are you?!" the Goblin spits in your direction. "Ah, forget it. I'll just run ya' through and leave ya' to gather shite."

The Goblin draws a dagger from his belt then strikes the rear of his mount with his free hand. Honey lets out a yip and jumps in surprise.

"H-hey!" she chirps, not that her Master seems to care for her discomfort. She mutters out a little 'ouch' as well.

Even so, Honey Dew obediently charges forward at the behest of her rider. It surely is the strangest battle you've ever had the displeasure of being a part of. But that pocket watch has to be recovered. It had to be done.

Time was running out to react.