"Mog, where are you going?" Dorn shouted, but he didn't get a response.
Orelia, holding a bowl of stew, asked quizzically, "Isn't Mr. Mog going to eat? It's his favorite thing to do."
Colin took the stew from Ale and looked over at Mog in the distance.
The big fellow rushed behind a tree trunk, pulled out a clean handkerchief, and picked a black mushroom from the ground. He carefully wrapped it in the handkerchief before stuffing it into his pocket.
"I've never in my life seen an Ogre you could describe as 'careful'," Dorn said, sounding thoroughly amazed. "I have to admit, today has been a real eye-opener."
Perhaps because they had fought side-by-side, Mog had been getting along fairly well with the team lately. He was even starting to talk a lot more.
When Mog came over, Colin asked, "What are you collecting those mushrooms for, Mog?"
"Mog's master told Mog to find them. Mog has to help Master mix potions," Mog said, taking the stew from Dorn.
The others exchanged a look.
