The baby reacted instantly. One head clamped down on Godfrey's finger, gnawing on it, while the other giggled uncontrollably.
"Look at him. He has two heads, just like that Lord in the Horde. That has to count for something. You expect me to just leave him out here in the wilds to die?" Godfrey finally looked up, meeting the eyes of his squad—his brothers and friends.
"I don't care," Brundar said, shrugging. The giant leaned back against his massive club, clasping his hands behind his head to stare at the stars. "But let me warn you, my friend. He's an Ogre. Can you even afford him? He's gonna eat you out of house and home!"
"Adopting him is fine," Stoutgut said, practically dancing with excitement. "Worst case, we've got a giant Ogre nephew! I'm just curious how you're going to raise him. You gonna train him to be an Ogre Knight? Hahaha... Now that's a mental image!"
