Clementine:
The rest of the walk was silent. Oriana kept doing what she always did, tripping over things, letting out small moans, then asking for someone's help.
She did this all the time. Even when we fought the fleshmingos, she never lifted a finger.
She seemed to be enjoying the company of my squadmates far too much.
We finally reached the small city filled with ogres.
It stood right beside the larger one where the towers were.
At the entrance, there was a gate with a narrow opening.
I began to wonder if it was designed that way because the ogres couldn't pass through it.
But that only made me question who had built it.
Who would make a barrier small enough for humans and werewolves while keeping ogres out?
Were there others like the brown house member?
That question always lingered in the back of my mind.
And then I thought of the lurkers, they might be behind most of the stuff too.
"This looks very scary," Oriana muttered.
