A time after the night had fallen, Sbatarra would hear the weak, yet heavy footsteps of something trudging on the dusty path, as well as shuffling steps from about the same distance. In the moonlight, soon a large ogre and a group of orcs were to be seen, all of them looking to be terribly wounded. The ogre was missing one finger on his right hand, and a finger and thumb on his left; he could barely hold the great club that he had over his shoulder. He approached Sbatarra tiredly and cautiously, eyeing her warily. Though she was one woman, the ogre was not as stupid as the rest of his kind.<br/><br/>The nine-foot warrior looked into Sbatarra's amber eyes for a moment before saying, "You go to cave? No good idea," his Common sluggish and barely intelligible; it seemed that he had suffered some significant blood loss, as he almost sounded intoxicated.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>