"But we..."
SLAP.
Colin was mid-sentence when the Ogre pulled out a piece of gold and slapped it on the table. Then, he produced a wrinkled certificate and placed it next to the piece of gold.
"Mog has gold. This is the 'certificate' the little ones gave Mog for protecting their little houses," Mog stressed. "Mog has more gold hidden in a place only Mog knows. If you want to kill Mog, you won't get the gold. And Mog! Is! VERY! STRONG!"
He delivered the words with surprising fluency, as if he'd rehearsed them for a long time in private.
Colin glanced at the certificate.
To his surprise, it looked quite legitimate. Complete with a seal and signature, it appeared to be a perfectly legal and proper document of nobility.
'Then again,' Colin wondered, 'are there really ogres in this world who know how to forge documents?'
