"Get inside," The ogre called back, "They won't set foot inside my cave without permission."<br/><br/>Inside the cave, he was rumaging through his loot, and with a chuckle lifted what he'd sought, a trunk of clothes and personal belongings that had been taken from a noblewoman's carriage some time ago.  It dated back to when Cold Stone had been protected and the nobility had ocasionally visited it.  Of course, that particular noblewoman hadn't been safe...<br/><br/>Thar'ok chuckled at the memory and dropped the trunk near the enterance.  "You should be able to find something in there," he grunted.