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[h3][color=c17913][i]Caeleo[/i][/color][/h3]
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[b]Location:[/b] [i]About to arrive in Lothair[/i]
[b]Notes:[/b] [i]Talking with everyone[/i]
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[url=https://puu.sh/yLDeh/140bf878ac.png]Metallic, mechanically intricate.[/url] As tall as a large Naga.
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[color=e0115f]“So that’s what that is,”[/color] Igneous’ artificial voice echoed his curiosity.  Caeleo looked confused. “What what is?”

[color=fff200]“OGRES?!”[/color] Sapphira squeaked from the front, as if she heard the question. Not a moment later she burst through the cloth door into the back and fluttered in the air. [color=fff200]“THERE ARE OGRES!”[/color]

Not a single person in the back moved. 

[color=695fd8]“And?”[/color] Tarkus asked. 

[color=fff200]“Well, uh, I mean…”[/color] She looked flustered as she played with her hands thinking of how to communicate her fear. Tarkus cut in.

[color=695fd8]“Ogre’s ain’t gonna hurt no one. They’re slow and stupid. Stay out of their religious politics and you’ll barely notice the brutes exist.”[/color]

Caeleo had forgotten about Ogres almost entirely. While in The Sky, he had left watching Ocan and Ogren to Ipotael and focused most of his efforts on Delterian politics. That meant he knew basically nothing beyond the existence of the Chorragus. Despite this, he tried to appear knowledgeable. [color=c17913]“Ogric or Ocanic?”[/color]

Years ago, in Y’vera’s early years, Ogres were united on a single island called Ogren with Rissdar as its capital. They were fiercely religious and dedicated to the god Ogren. Sometime around the time of Cynthia’s fall, a new religious faction cropped up, dedicated to the god Ocan. Each faction believed their god to be the true progenitor of the species, which created enough political tension to literally split Rissdar in two when the powerful inner circle of Ogric mages known as The Chorragus split the island down the middle. Ogres aren’t terribly social because of it, and usually quite hostile. 

[color=e0115f]“And what are they dragging?”[/color] Igneous didn’t even look outside. Sapphira looked surprised. 

[color=40ceb6]“I think it’s a bag of shit.”[/color] Ivory’s comment brought the conversation to a halt. [color=c17913]“You mean, like-”[/color] 

[color=40ceb6]“Yeah, literal shit. It reeks out there.”[/color]

[color=695fd8]“Fuckin’ ogres. What the hell.”[/color]

[color=c17913]“So we can just… slide by, right?”[/color]

Sapphira covered her nose in disgust. [color=fff200]“Smells like we’re about to find out!”[/color]
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“Ay, Niko, what’s that smell?” 

The ogre pulling the bag took a large sniff. “I smell it too. You think it’s us?”

“You know what, I do. It’s full of shit, ain’t it?”

“Uh, is it?”

“I think. I’ve been shoving posters and those other things in there for the past 10 hours. Smell my hand.”

The ogre closed his eyes and sniffed the hand under his nose. It took him a few seconds for the smell to register. “Ogren help me that smells like shit!”

“Does it?” He took a sniff of his own hand, and, after a few moments, had the exact same reaction.

“So we’ve been carrying a bag of shit around Lothair all day?” 

“Yeah.”

And the two kept moving, right into the path of the cart.