Their hopes of a peaceful night are entirely in vain. No more than two hours pass before the first Ogre patrol finds sign of their passage and comes looking for them. Then another, and another.
The first few are no more than a scout patrol, ten strong with a fast runner to report back and an Ogre mage for support. The guards on duty take care of them in seconds, but that just adds the smell of dead Ogre to the area, attracting more attention. What the Guilds didn't realize when they picked this spot was that they were already well behind the Ogre front lines, having inadvertently slipped through a gap in their border patrols.
"Mork, wake up the Summoner, we could use some backup on this one." One of the Orcs calls out as a fresh group of Ogres come crashing through the trees. These ones are over level 80, much stronger than most of the Ogre patrols they've faced.
