[Wendigos' Outpost - Courtyard]
Xanor stood like a statue before the hulking form of an eight-foot Ogre. This was an Ogre Captain—a broker for the grotesque trade—his massive, bowed hand resting on the pommel of a greatsword. Behind him, five Ogre soldiers, encased in dark, elite-class armor, shifted uneasily.
"So, you're the one brokering the shipment of captives," Xanor stated, his voice a low.
"That is correct, Commander," the Ogre replied, finally lifting his head. His eyes held a flicker of insolence beneath the enforced respect.
"You know the terms of the alliance. We are here to fulfill our end."
"Terms are one thing; purpose is another," Xanor pressed, fixing a piercing stare on the Ogre Captain.
"I know the initial destination. I want to know what happens to them next."
The Ogre, pleased to share the chilling details, puffed out his chest:
