“We could just burn it down,” the ogre spouted his one tooth sticking out further than his pig nose. Gilpin looked up at him from his crouched position. The cliff they were on looked down into a chasm where a tower sat quietly. Their final destination after a long journey through worse than rough terrain.
“Burn it down? Just like that?” he asked. The ogre shrugged.
“Well why not?” the ogre wiped his nose on his forearm as he was known to do.
“Well, Muzar, at the top of that tower is the princess we are supposed to bring back to King Farey, remember? Can’t just bring back a burnt corpse. Pretty sure he wouldn’t be happy about that.” Gilpin shook his head and turned back to his mental gymnastics of getting in and out of the tower without being seen. Not an easy feat with a wizards tower, he knew.
“We should have asked. He didn’t say he didn’t want her alive,” Muzar reasoned. Gilpin exhaled as deeply as he could. “We will with the next one.”
