The ogre nodded at Sbatarra's question. "Yes. Killed half of men, almost kill all," he said, his voice gruff and weary. "Barely touch her before men dead." The ogre had given a shudder at the mere thought of having a second go at her. "One even cut in half." He drew a line from his forehead down to his waist with his hand.<br/><br/>Looking to the drow in a way that said he simply wanted to find a place to camp and lick his wounds, the ore waited for a few moments, breathing heavily, before he waved for the four orcs follow him, which they did. "Cannot say I no warn," he called out to her as they disappeared down the path, leaving Sbatarra to continue.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>