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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Velenne" data-source="post: 907291" data-attributes="member: 1856">Even after the hours of flight from their pursuers, Durgo has yet to fully comprehend their situation.  It is not until he faces the countless campfires of his enemy does the full weight of his burden fall upon his wide shoulders.  The ogre squats against one side of the tunnel and buries his chin in one palm, obviously deep in thought (although for an ogre, such a term is certainly relative)."Hmm...elfies on one side...hags on uder side.  Durgo dun know how to fight hags, but him know elfies real good.  Still...."Hmm...need go fast and no fight for now.  Too many elfies, not 'nuff Muragar."He places both hands on the side of his head and tries to abate his thoughts of killing elfies, dear though they may be.  If they could run fast enough, maybe they could skirt the edge of the swamps and not fight hags or elfies.  If gobbies could hold fort long enough, and him and the others ran fast enough, they might be able to outpace the elf army.  For awhile, at least."Hmf.  We go 'round swamps," he states at last, arcing a finger in a half-circle,  "Stay in tallgrass and trees so elfies no see.  North.  Always North.  Must go fast.  Hmf! We go!"</blockquote>