Traveling through the Ro Tunnel one afternoon, I approached a rather odd duo. A dwarf, standing boldly in front of a resting ogre, suspiciously eyed anything and everyone that walked within their vicinity. 

"Come near my ogre, laddie, and I'll make ranger stew of ya!" 

With his warning, he drew forth his spear, ready to prove that his actions were louder than his words. I made it clear that I meant no harm, at which his hard frown  turned into a sigh of relief. 

"Sorry lad, lotta folk this part of Norrath wantin' ta do away with mi ogre friend.
Hardoak Mayfield I am, and this be Kuurach." 

The two were merely out for some fun and training, and they were on their way to the Desert of Ro in search of scarabs. Kuurach was a long way from his Feerot home, and Hardoak was doing a great job acting as the over-protective "big" brother.

I took the opportunity to paint this portrait of the two chums as Hardoak rambled on about melee tricks, parrying techniques, and the importance of "running for your life" when things get bad. =)