Amos glanced behind him nervously noting the absence of the mini-bus removing any possibility of escaping at the last minute. Something he was still heavily considering. When he and his buddies signed up for the Pleasure Island Cruise he was expecting... well pleasure of course. Not this. Whatever it was.
As the group made their way through the gates into Ogre Hill, Amos glanced at the Ogres nearby noting their strange appearance and mannerisms. They all resembled large hairy muscular men if one ignored their tusks and rough appearance that distinguished them from humans. Regardless, what bothered Amos the most was the strange looks on their faces, as if they knew an amusing joke only they knew the punchline to. This just added to the uncomfortable feelings Amos had already developed from their onset arrival.
"Welkum to Ogre Hill puny hoomans!" The lead ogre, Barahk, spoke as he introduced them to the area. From the ground above, only a village could be seen made up of tents from hides and skins and even barren piles of leaves laid aboud.
"Looks like a dump," Buck whispered to the group, not trying hard to hide his voice, as he began to chuckle with the others. However, Amos gained a worry expression as he viewed the lead ogre for his reaction. To his surprise he was smiling, but not a pleasant smile, more of a malevolent smile full of malicious intent. The other men didn't even appear fazed at the ogre's expression, remaining carefree and reckless. But Amos could only remember the expressions of the ogre's before and realize that perhaps all of they had jeopardized their safety coming here.
Suddenly the ogre looked directly at Amos, before making a strange smirk, as if he had just noticed something interesting. Amos gulped remembering the tour guide's words on how ogres could smell fear as the ogre led them further into camp.
Due to the darkness, Amos was unable to make out anything beside what the torches placed around the camp lit up. The moon hidden behind a heavy layer of clouds. But the group could still make out some strange noises, some obviously extruding from heavy chews of meat and loud slurps of beer and their respective release of gas. However, some strange grunts and odd wet squishy sounds could be heard jointly as well, but the group was unable to make out what it could be from.
Without a moment's notice a new ogre appeared, bald with only a braided beard full of rocks and other junk, quickly making his way to the lead ogre. After approaching the lead ogre, he pulls him over as the two huddled into a conversation the group was unable to make out. After a few minutes the ogres pull apart as the lead ogre speaks. "Hoomans! Tonight we drink an feast. Tomorrow wrestlin' and good time!" he growls in an uncharacteristically jovial tone. The group raises their hands and cheer at the good news except for Amos. Still nervous and worried at the bizarreness of it all.
The group is taken to a large tent they find empty, where they are asked to sit down on the leaves scattered on the floor.
"Damn this place reeks," Greg states, huffing his cigar, attempting to clog his nose with the familiar smell he's grown accustomed to.
"Hey! You said you didn't want to go back to the hotel," Amos pointed out crudely, with a slight angry tone.
"Yeah because the would only be for fucking wimps. We came here for something fun, not some lame run of the mill vacation," Buck said with a sneer as he laid on to his back on the leaves. Marty remained silent, merely observing the tent as the lead ogre entered carrying a few mugs of beer.
"Beer here. Plenty more to come." Barahk stated as he laid four worn wooden mugs on the ground before leaving. The men all gravitated toward the cups, sensing their odd smell. Despite the odor, the men quickly drank the beer, even Amos, as they became shocked at the strange difference in Ogre beer and human beer.
"Woah. This stuff's good." Buck said, feeling lightheaded rather early.
"Yeah," Greg said putting out his cigar before taking taking another swig, "it's like different but in a good way. Definitely never had a beer like this."
The men began to drink heavily, never noticing Barahk quickly refilling their mugs as the men became red-faced and drunk instantly. After a bit of nosensical chatter and mugs, the four men remained asleep on the group completely vulnerable to the plans of the king.