Borzclubb looked over to the collection of hairless mastodons and pack rhinoxes idling about in the center. A few of the mastodons had massive collections of barrels strapped to their backs, and Borzclubb rubbed his chin, thinking. He motioned to a passing Ogre, and said a few things in Ogreish before the Ogre left.
"I reckon we do. We'll be leaving for Essyrn in the morning, so I think we've actually got an excess at the moment!" he laughed, before opening the flap to his tent and stepping inside, motioning for her to follow him.
The inside was furnished a bit like a wartime commander's tent, complete with large table, sleeping necessities, and even an armor and weapons stand. Of course, everything was Ogre-sized. for example, The table itself cleared nearly five feet in height, and the bed was almost impossibly massive, large enough for around ten full grown men to sleep comfortably together.
The most interesting feature of the room, however, were the various tribal fetishes that hung from the roof or stood on the walls. Rough, geometric shapes. Sometimes fashioned into faces, sometimes into stylized animals, and sometimes into some sort of glyph. All the fetishes were done in precious metals like gold or silver, but the most interesting piece was a mask, hanging over the bed.
It depicted a snarling, mountain predator, like a lion with vast tusks. The eyes were two fist-sized diamonds, both the color of ice and sightly opaque.
Frost diamonds!
