"I hate ogres." The sun was high, the temperatures scalding, and the air dusty and arid. It was as if everything in the Blades Edge was conspiring to make PeeJee as uncomfortable as possible. The stench of ogres was so strong it was all she could do to keep her lunch down. Stepping around the baking body at her feet, she uncorked the flask of water she pulled out from under her cloak, kneeling in what little shadows she could find in the Bloodmaul Camp. "What the..." Smiling, the Orc nodded. Indeed he had used some hunter trick to help guide the Marmot's actions.