No, Ty was well aware that it was now or never. Sorhafe's latent Ranger knowledge told him all he needed to know about these barbarous monsters: if Steph wasn't rescued now, the entire village would have their way with her by the time her returned. And that was the best outcome; it was not unknown for a tribe of Goblins to become suddenly ravenous and devour their captives. Or, in this case, to transform their prisoners into forms entirely non-humanoid. If he didn't act now, there might not be a Steph to come back to.
The guard's absence left a clear opening and Ty wasted no time in taking it. Crouching beneath the far side of Steph's behemoth figure, he made it into the village unobstructed and hid away behind some half-rotten boxes. The settlement was not particularly large; from his look-over, he guessed there were only twenty or so Goblins, half of which we entangled in pushing Steph's fat Orc ass over to an empty pig pen. They locked her away, but not before a few of the more pervy ones took a suck of her weighty tits. The crudest of them even went so far as to blow a thick load onto them, to which his companions howled in joy.
Of course, it didn't take long for them to lose interest, paving Ty a path to his friend. A hopped the wire fence, sliding up to Steph and burying himself in the mud as much as possible. In place, Ty reached for his bag and found himself in another dilemma. Who should he use the potion on? He still had no idea how they worked and a horse-labeled potion seemed just as likely to give him stronger legs or transform him into a centaur as it was to change him into an actual mare. In the end...