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You say, 'Hail, Sheriff Knotter Botter'
Sheriff Knotter Botter says, 'Did you see any skeletons running around here?' Sheriff Knotter Botter looks over your shoulder and frowns. 'I mean REALLY BIG [skeletons]!'
You say, 'skeletons'
Sheriff Knotter Botter says, 'They've been pounding on the gates of Ak'Anon all night! They smash their knuckles into the steel so many times their joints pop, their bones fall apart, and they crumple into piles. Their [enchantments] must be shoddy, but still I can't believe what I'm seeing!'
You say, 'enchantments'
Sheriff Knotter Botter says, 'Ogres! Skeletons as big as ogres can mean only one thing: ogre necromancers! I thought the lugs were too stupid to enchant the dead, but I followed the skeletons to this cave, beyond which I found a [camp] of ogres. They're looking as shifty as I expected, and several of them have begun digging in the area. I'm sure they're enchanting the bones of their dead and sending them against Ak'Anon!'
You say, 'camp'
Sheriff Knotter Botter says, 'I couldn't get close enough to their camp to confront them. They shooed me off and said I'd make a fine snack if I came around again. If only I had a [disguise]! If I looked as dumb and brutish as they do, surely they'd confide in me!'
You say, 'disguise'
Sheriff Knotter Botter says, 'We'll need a master tailor for this to work. I heard a great tailor, Sticklepoke, has come to Lesser Faydark to sell his wares. His garments are in great demand, so he never stays long in one place. If you hurry, you might be able to find him and convince him to [help] with this ogre problem.'