The party decides to go with Conuld's plan. They ride a little ways down the path, about 5 minutes. Then they stop and tie the horses to the nearby trees, trusting the gods to protect them from wandering predators. Then they continue on, weapons at the ready, moving quietly. Soon they can see the long wooden bridge crossing the river among a rocky area on the bank. Conuld nods to the others and casts his spell as the others take to the trees within firing distance, about 200' away. Conuld zips over to the bridge, his light steps seem to propel him into the air several feet. He hums and whistles as he moves. A grumbling can be heard as he approaches, and slowly a great ugly creature emerges from the far side of the bridge. The giant ogre rests a small tree on its shoulder. Two stunted, curvy horns poke out of the matted hair on its head, which is as dirty as the many layers of hide it wears. In a deep, rumbling voice it calls, "Stop man, little man, stop! Give shinies. No shinies, bonez go crunch." Sticking out its hand, it grins a crooked, evil grin and taps its shoulder with its greatclub to drive the point home.
The ogre seems to think Conuld is alone.