"Grimstick,these are wargs."
"Yes! The traditional mounts of our people! ...Is that a problem, Bonethorn?"
"You want me to ride into battle on the back of a warg?"
"Keep your voice down, boy! Why is that a problem? Goblins have been riding wargs for a thousand years! It's a great honor!"
"It just seems kind of dangerous."
"Dangerous? 'Course they're dangerous! That's why we ride 'em! Strike fear into the hearts of humans and elves!"
"I mean, dangerous to us."
"Nonsense, boy! Gryphons is dangerous.
You fall off one of those, and splat -- yer dead. Y'fall off a warg, you just get laughed at. Wargs is how goblins fight the Bigs. Well, wargs and ambushes."
"I just feel like maybe I should be riding something that won't eat me if I get wounded in battle."
"Like what?"
"Like a pony, maybe?"
"You know what happens if you show up to battle on the back of a pony when everybody else is ridin' wargs?"
"...Wargs eat me?"
"There you go."
"...Okay, fair point. Put me on a warg."
"I knew you'd come round. Too smart fer yer own good, but yer still a goblin at heart."
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