Imre Marton Bako was walking along through the capitol city of Adela, Ketra, headed in the direction of the Castle. His people, the ogres had been fighting a war against their mortal enemies, the trolls, for centuries, and they were losing, badly. Despite the fact that individually Ogres were exponentially more powerful than trolls, trolls had two advantages that gave them the edge in the conflict. First, they were far more numerous, aging quicker and having many children, and second, they were naturally vicious creatures with a predatory instinct, something Ogres simply did not possess.
He had come so far from his home in the cold tundra to the North to seek aid in his people's plight from the Adelan government. Little did Imre know however that he would soon be spotted. Then again, it wasn't like hiding was really his strong suit, nor something he was really trying to do. First of, he was more than 6 feet tall, 6'4" to be exact, but really, who's counting, and even width wise was quite large, and so always stood out like a sore thumb in a crowd, people clearing the way for him due to just how much larger he was. Second, many of the pieces on his body, his armor, this being his shoulder armor, gauntlets, and greaves, as well as the royal crown he wore on his head showing his status as royalty, were all made out solid gold.
If Alluette really couldn't spot Imre walking through the crowd below him then he seriously needed to get his eyes checked because he literally stood about a foot above everyone else in the crowd, people who were again, just naturally clearing out of his way due to his massively intimidating physical presence.
