He wished me to accept the services of the Sons of Glauca - a mercenary company known to employ ogres. I laughed in his face. They may be the finest fighters in all of Arcalea, but I will not have savages in my employ! Ogres are the worst of barbarians. Brutish, nasty, fat. They spend their lives in tents, rolling in mud, stuffing their faces with raw meat til the juices course down their own corpulescence. They’re cannibals, every one of them, and man-eaters too. They have no gods and care for no fine thing in this world beyond their next bag of gold, feast or rut. I would not work with ogres if they were the last living creatures in this realm or the next.