As we got closer to the Ogre village some of the Ogres began to approach us. "WHAT DO YA HAVE THERE DROKEN?" One of the Ogres asked my father whose name I now know. "THIS HERE BE MY SON, WHO I BE TAKING TO THE SHAMAN TO GRANT THE LAD A NAME." Hearing this I was getting a little nervous. Droken seemed to sense this. "SORRY LADS, BUT THE SHAMAN WILL WANT TO SEE THE BOI RIGHT AWAY." The Ogres moved aside when they heard this, a few of them nodding and grunting in agreement. Droken began to carry me to the large hut in the back of the cave. "DON'T YOU START FUSSING THERE BOI. THOSE LADS ARE YOUR UNCLES, AND WOULD SOONER DIE THAN HARM YOU." As he lifted me up to his shoulder, I looked back at those Ogres and saw them grinning and waving at my curious expression. I turned to look at Droken again and he glanced my way in surprise. "YER A SMART BOI HUH?" His look of surprise honestly looked so funny that I surprised myself by giggling.