Gray raised his tear-filled face to the sound of the voice. He turned, it was the ogre from before. The same one that had protected the door from Pomade. It was Agape, "Come with me, I know where she is!"
Gray, with a mix of relief and anticipation, followed the battered ogre through the labyrinthine streets of the town. The ogre's bandaged form bore the scars of the recent altercation, evidence of the protective role he had assumed during Gray's absence. One eye closed, he seemed to navigate the town with a sense of purpose, leading Gray through the bustling streets until they reached a neglected corner on the edge of the settlement.
