Dagnabet scratched his beard for a moment, examining the surroundings for a few moments, "Ogres be big an' ugly... they's tough ta, but theys nay ta smart... unless ye get one o' them mages... ain't hardly the same thin'."<br/><br/>He scratched his beard a bit more, then nodded his head, "If'n yer lookin' ta flank 'em or ta jump out at theys back.. Ye best ta circle out a bit. Most o' the area's fairly rocky, an ye can find a place ta hunker down an' wait yer chance."<br/><br/>He looked at the two ladies, "Ye know yer skills best, but yer probably goin' ta be better hittin' em from hidin' ta so yer magic works...Im a up close an' personal type, so I's just rushes them when tey comes ta see what's in the pot..."<br/><br/>He turned to the last of the party, "How yer thinkin' yer goin ta fit in? Me thinkin' still theys gonna sneaks in after darks ta see what's cookin' on the fire an' make dwarf stew. If'n we're waitin' out there, we's hit 'em from behind an' take 'em down fast afore they's can figure us out."