The corpse that remains on the floor is recognized the moment it lays still. A massive canine, apparently a warg, that had been slain along with its rider, a surprisingly armored goblin that nonetheless looked in starvation; used to warfare, expecting this very fate.

The knight looks to the hill below them. More of them are coming, clearly serving as fodder as a form of attrition warfare. If they were using them, John assumed there might be more stronger enemies willing to finish what these creatures started. They were too well-equipped for this task, especially for a simple party covering four people.

Another comes towards him. He readies his blade -- before digging it in the mouth of the warg, then bashing the rider off to stomp its head. These goblins expected a hard fight. Not an impossible one.