the overwhelming stench from the other side of the room where the ogre sits groveling in the unmistakable praise thrown its way
the gurgling bubbles of puss emanating from it’s orifice which is a treasure beheld upon by the God’s on the daily
the boastful ogre is in reality most likely timid and meek. There is an elf that at times feels sorry for the Brute and otherwise imagines twisting it’s head off and shitting down its neck
exiled, banished…when will the ogre just leave the human race.