"What made that awful smell?" Ehlissa asked.
"Eigers, most likely," Yrag said. He emerged first into the bailey beyond the gatehouse and his eyes fixed straight on the ramparts above, watching for signs of danger. "I have seen a few lurking about the upper ruins before."
"Eigers...ogres?" Tenser asked. "Giant shape-shifters?"
"No, lad, only in fairy tales. Ogres are no more magical than most folk, just a lot bigger and uglier."
"I'm not sure if our spells can handle ogres…" Ehlissa said, shrinking towards the gatehouse.
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