Zig smiled a bit and leaned back in his chair. "It was a few years ago. The crew and I had made port in a town that had been ravaged. We helped with what we could in rescue and salvage. I heard a crying baby in a building. I entered that broken place and saw this infant covered in blood, and badly beaten. I thought, by the small size, It was human. I was mistaken. It was an ogre baby born very small. The mother saw its size, and left it for dead. Why a pregnant ogre was out raiding, I'll never know. So I brought the child to my mage friend Who was traveling with us, and had him examine the baby. That's how I found out he was an ogre. I was ready to be rid of it, but Argyll, my mage friend, convinced me to not kill it. The ogre grew, and learned our language. Ogres, where I'm from, have no concept of mother or father. He thinks when he calls me his parent, he is calling me his savior. So, that's the brief story of my 'son'." He explained.
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