"They asleep?" Oook asks as Barahk slowly climbs out from the tent.
"Yes. Drunk. They ready for tomorrow," Barahk says as he lifts himself up to his impressive height. The dark tanned Ogre holds four mugs in his hands, empty after several cups of beer.
"Good. Mahjest will be very happy at this news," Oook replies as he walks away from the tent to find Mahzex. As he approaches the woods calling out for Mahzex, he hears a noise as an ogre steps out with raw meat nestled in his arms.
"Meat ready for Mahjest!" Mahzex barks as Oook approaches the long haired ogre.
"We must hurry Mahzex, Mahjest promise me honor of his mate's seed!" Oook states excitedly, his cock beginning to grow erect at the thoughts of pleasure that soon awaited the bald bearded Ogre.
As the two make their way through the village, they hear the familiar sounds of Ogre's rutting and from Ogres feasting on meat and beer. The moon, now visible, lights the path toward the king's tent, although the Ogres don't need any of the assistance. They could easily have found the tent in the pitch dark, having the path completely memorized from their experiences of being the king's loyal guards.
As the Ogres enter the king's tent, they find the tent empty, quickly realizing that their king is asleep. Meanwhile, Barahk begins the preparations for the men's transformations for the following morning as he unlocks four cages and sets aside a bit of oil.