Her magic sword!

It took master craftsmen more than a year to forge that blade and the kingdom's enchanters another two years to magically imbue it.

Now it's just a shiny trinket for some stupid goblins.

Hilda's face turns read with anger. Tears of rage begin to well up in her eyes. She starts to shout and spit and curse at the goblins, and flail her arms wildly as she tries to reach them, but she's too high up to make contact with them.

They look up at her and point and laugh, but their merriment quickly turns to terror as the branch holding the knight starts to creak and bend. She's too darn heavy, and a moment later, there's a loud *SNAP* as the branch breaks and Hilda plummets towards the ground.