She turned to face the newcomer, only to see what she could only assume to be done sort of giant in a suit of mediaeval armour, polished white and gold, the face hidden behind a helmet shielding the face.
The hulking figure, standing roughly 8 feet tall by estimation, stepped into the room and stared at the goblin woman for only the briefest of moments before speaking aloud, voice distorted and reverberating in a deep and masculine tone.
"Are you the human whom had their body switched with the Goblin, Umleena?"
Umleena's eyes narrowed. The voice sounded like nobody she ever heard before but that wasn't surprising. "Who ask? Why Umleena matter?"
The knight stepped forward. Umleena took a step back, but was unable to keep distance between the two of them as they moved with purposeful strides, closing the gap between the two in mere moments. The goblin craned her head up, up, up to look the figure in the helmet.
"I see... Mental magic. Such atrocities. Those witches shall suffer for their crimes. Young human, hold still." They requested, raising a gloved hand forward.
The magic that once ensnared Umlinas mind felt like it was being gripped, crushed under extreme weight for the briefest moments before it faded... And Ian took a deep gasp of breath, his thoughts once more his own.
"Wh-what? Who you? What you? Witch?"
Shaking their head, the armoured being gave a slight chuckle; "No, though I do not feel anger towards them, I seek justice against evil. I am a Paladin of Inari, sworn to seek out evil and destroy it. I have found my targets. The witches whom stole a human male and transferred his mind under the pretense of compliance."
Ian looked the Paladin up and down, then asked a very pertinent question.
"You kill them?" Ian asked with a tinge of fear.
The Paladin merely shook his head before turning to leave; "No. Their trial will come later. Umlina and the witches themselves will face justice. However, they shall only fall victim to death if they run. They know better than to face a Paladin."
Stepping free from the room, Ian felt like his best chance was with this new figure. Rushing after them the best he could with the swollen belly, the goblin broodmother soon found himself looking into the main lobby, where his old body was on the floor and behind Marisa and Ophelia. Before the witches was the Paladin, golden light echoing off their armour.
Ian arrived just in time for Marisa to say something he couldn't catch and perhaps chant a spell, though both her and Ophelia froze in place as they glowed the same golden hue. Chains materialised around their arms and legs, runic symbols rapidly spinning around their feet and stabilising the apparent magic rendering chains.
"Marisa and Ophelia, known witches, you are both under arrest for jeopardising the stability of the Other World and the balance between worlds. Umleena, you are under arrest for knowing attempting to attain the body of a human without consent. Please, come quietly, I'd rather have the boy return to his origi-"
That was as far as they got before Umleena took off, apparently having not been sealed down by the chains. Maybe the chains could only hold those that were magical? Regardless, Umleena took off in a mad dash; "You'll never get me back in that body!"
"Halt! Final warning!" The Paladin shouted, hand raising as a light emerged, focusing into their hand as a single crossbow, aimed right at the fleeing goblin-in-humans-body...
Screams echoed in the lobby along with Ian's own, watching as Umleena didn't stop running, getting a few strides more before halting and dropping to the floor...
A crossbow bolt sticking out of their neck and blood seeping into the floor.
Dropping to his knees, his eyesight almost zoomed into the sight before him.
Ian's old body was dead.
He couldn't return to his old body.
His old life was gone, a faint glimmer of hope before it was crushed before him once more.
As the Paladin looked to the new corpse, they sighed; "Sad that it had yo happen that way, she wasn't cleared for the human world, I couldn't let her escape. Though now Isn needs a new body that can return... And lookie here, two volunteers. Who's going to be the lucky lady who becomes a goblin broodmother?"
The look of horror on Marisa and Ophelia's faces was picturesque.
It didn't feel like 'business' anymore...