Edit for kweshun: How are we bound, exactly?
Hands are tied behind you, and your feet are tied together. Given enough time unwatched, you feel you could Houdini your way out.
Mini-TurnPressing Tide makes an apt point, and Darain translates. Half of the Ogres nod in agreement, and the other half roar in anger. That seem to have gotten them all madder than ever now, at the point of coming to blows. There's a difference between the two groups-most of the Ogres that are on your side are dressed in hunters pelts and pond grabber loincloths, and wield short blades and bows. The Ogres arguing against you wear thick leather armor, and carry large axes and hammers.
Darain hums.
"Some of them are picking up on that...oh, that's uncalled for. Sers, with the deaths of both a Thane and their Lead Hunter in one day, it seems a sort of power vacuum has been created. The Warriors and Hunters both compete for power in the tribe, and only the balance of strength has kept them from civil war. "The Ogres continue to pound their chests and yell, as they reach the village and dump the Kai and Thogga on the ground near the center of the village, next to a giant boiling pot. The Spider-Elf is taken away to a different part of the village.
The Kai watch as an older Ogre, covered in runic tattoos, comes up and attempts to defuse the situation. The Ogres calm down somewhat.
"They are calling him a Shaman. Apparently they try to keep the peace between the two groups."The Runed Ogre walks over to the Kai and asks them a question. Darain relates it back to them.
"He says they are willing to let you free, but the Warriors are insisting on Trial by Combat, with the Stone-Dwarf alone, and not the others. If the Dwarf falls in combat, the rest of your lives are forfeit. He's asking if you agree. He said a little quieter that if you can show the arrogant warriors a lesson and restore order to the Tribe, you will have his gratitude."As he talks, the Ogres begin to stoke the fire under the pot. One of them wanders by and throws salt on Sheltering Leaves, and a drooling, mostly toothless Ogre child begins nibbling on Blade Singers shoulder.