The horse clip-clopped down the dirt road. On his back was a rider, clad in ridiculously well polished armor, slightly on the garish side. Suddenly, the both of them heard a sort of commotion going on further down the path.

"Hold, Arrow. Let's go see what that means. Maybe they have information we need." Then he realized he was talking to his horse. Embarrassed, he kicked the horse into a trot and rode into the clearing. Surprisingly, there was a mass of goblins, one rather large for a goblin, along with a smattering of other races. "Halt, in the name of The Holy Order of Paladins! We mean you no harm!"