Volk turned back to the Ogres, who had been listening in silence, their simple minds unable to grasp the full weight of what was happening.
"You want to join my horde?" he asked again, his golden eyes locking onto theirs.
The Ogres nodded slowly, their massive heads bobbing like mountains shifting in the wind.
Volk narrowed his eyes.
"I'm not convinced."
He stepped closer, his presence looming over them like a predator stalking its prey.
"If you're serious, then prove it. Are you willing to work? To follow my commands without question?"
The Ogres hesitated, their faces scrunching up in concentration. Finally, they nodded again, their movements clumsy but deliberate.
"Good," Volk said. He reached into his pocket, pulling out a handful of small, metallic objects.
They gleamed faintly in the fading light, their surfaces etched with strange, glowing runes.
Without a word, Volk tossed them toward the Ogres.
