Kestrel was too busy kicking himself to see the ogre, before him and his friends burst through the trees. He was stunned for a moment after he saw them. Ogres. In town. Raiding. RAIDIDNG!?!? Kestrel dove for the cart, parked next to his stall. His bow and quiver were stowed under the front bench. He grabbed them out, slinging the quiver over his shoulder and running to get a good vantage point to shoot from. He really didn't want to have to get close to those beasts.<br/><br/>After getting behind cover, he shouted to Berash. "Berash! There's Ogres! Grab your bow, shoot for the big one with the glow on his head!" He took aim at the aforementioned Ogre, and let loose a shot.<br/><br/>