"Lilind, I think you should let the nightsaber go free. She seems upset," you suggest.
The rogue doesn't look entirely convinced, but seeing no other option loosens the rope about the tiger's neck. She licks Lilind appreciatively, then bounds off into the plains. Moments later, she pounces on a rabbit, downing it in a single gulp.
Lilind's eyes light up with understanding. "Ahh, she was hungry!"
With that mystery solved, the two of you venture into Stromeguard keep. It doesn't take long for you to find the ogres. And there are a LOT of them. Thankfully, Lilind is more than a capable rogue, and she is able to get a closer look without alerting the guards. After a half hour of slow, cautious work, you gather all the information you need. Smiling with satisfaction at a job well done, the two of you head back out of the fortress. You round a sharp bend . . .
And all but bounce off the protruding gut of an ogre. You fall on your rump, warhammer falling just out of reach, and look up to see the ogre grinning at you wickedly.
