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Horgan Oxthrall began his journal while he was on the
trail of one of these ogres. Apparently many thoughts had
been churning in his mind for some time, no doubt agitated
by his long periods of solitary marching. His writing shows
a need to communicate, for he shares the tale of these days
in some considerable detail.
He first spotted the ogre from a distance of many
miles, across the expanse of a high basin. To the best of
Horgan's knowledge, the ogre had not seen the dwarf. Only
through the most diligent efforts did Horgan locate the
creature's trail.
For three days, Horgan tracked his quarry along the
valleys and slopes of the Khalkists. The ogre worked his
way through a series of low, brushy vales, moving slowly
and cautiously. The dwarven scout gradually shortened the
gap between them, though during the pursuit he did not
spot the ogre again. Horgan wondered if the creature knew
he was being followed. If so, he might be leading the dwarf
into a trap. But then the dwarf shrugged, accepting the
threat implicit in that possibility but undeterred from his
single-minded pursuit.
In any event, Horgan ALWAYS eyed his surroundings
as if he expected an ambush at any moment
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