"Scout captain? Hmf...me Captain Durgo from front lines where der was battle," the ogre says derisively at the new gobbie scout.
In the minute or so that passes, Durgo strains to listen for the sounds of fighting- even moreso after Wekerak's return. Given the news, and with no sounds forthcoming, he is pretty sure that means the elves must be advancing now. That was when a thought- a thought, an actual thought!- struck him.
Durgo seems quite pleased with himself until he actually thinks about his new Thought... If they were battling in the Cleft, who was at the Keep? ARG! Tricky elves! A look of panic suddenly washes over his wide face, eyebrows climbing up and over his thick brow.
"NEED TO GET TO KEEP NOW! You's dere, scout ahead, find if under seige yet. We go!"