“Ogre?" I repeated, not believing my ears. Why would I not believe in ogres, I wondered. After all, hadn't I already encountered a griffin twice? Then there was the magic. I had successfully teleported and used a blending-in spell. I immediately tried to visualize such a creature, but images in my mind kept displaying Shrek. “Go on," I prompted.
“Oh yes," Giles replied. “The ogre kept to his own until one of the baron's knights reported seeing the beast fishing in a swamp near the border of the Legrand lands. The baron immediately organized a hunt to capture it. After that, he tormented poor thing regularly."
“Can it speak?"
“As plainly as you and I."
“Has this ogre a name?" Part of me hoped that the ogre's name was Shrek, but then I would have to inquire after a talking donkey.
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