"Good," the ogre said.  "There won't be anyone coming after you then."  He looked around the room.  The goblin was still at his perch, crossbow pointed at Megan.  "Maybe I'll keep you for myself, or give you to Orret."  He gestured to the orc.  "But hey, I'm in a good modd today, so I'll let you decide."  He picked up a chicken-leg from the table in front of him, took a big chome of flesh, and then flicked it hard at the goblin, who dropped the bow and ducked behind a stack of barrels.  The ogre laughed at the pathetic sight.