Perhaps sensing the inadvertent gaze from Crow No.3.
The Hoop-headed Ogre scratched its chin with dissatisfaction, its tone somewhat resentful: "We only look like Ogres, we're not real Ogres. Even if we're left here, what danger is there? Do you really think we would eat them?"
These words seemed rather amusing to the other Ravens.
"Aren't you planning to eat her?" The Witch didn't disguise the sarcasm in her tone.
"Take her, take her, consider her a gift from us." The Hoop-headed Ogre didn't want to argue, he waved his hand as if expelling a pesky little insect flying around.
Just then.
A very oblivious small green bird hopped onto the Witch's shoulder, chirping and asking: "Can we proceed with the blood extraction according to the plan? And what about the Deer Complex and digging wood we prepared before..."
"Dig, dig, dig your mother dig!"
