My name, is Greg. I'm a monster hunter, and today I'm hunting none other than the ogre shlismic Zara or in the common langue; Big Boy. Now normally I would lay traps and have my bow pulled at the slightest sound, but with big boy it would be pointless, he is to smart and strong to fall for a trap or to be taken by one measly arrow. I plan on beating him even if it costs me my life, and if I must forfeit my life than I'll take him with me.
Today marks the third day of trailing him, luckily he doesn't eat all of the meat from the creatures he kills, if he did this may very well of become an issue for food, but he needs water as much as me so with that in mind I'm glad I trailed him even at my weakest, I may never of found this lake if not for it.
Here I am on day five, my magazines are getting worn out and I'm very stressed, despite this I think I have learned something terrifying, he knows I've been trailing him.
He seems to of had some creature set up his cave for him. He has a nicely crafted table with chairs, a bed with a pelt blanket and what appear to be names carved into the walls with Roman numerals next to them, I'm glad I took basic Roman history in school I think to myself as shlismic Zara begins undressing, I realize where he gets his name from, his big meaty pile, the veins twitching slightly and the lack of for skin, I feel myself become slightly hardened but refuse to admit it, I creep behind him with my knife in hand, I'm prepared to give 1 final blow to kill him, but he simply says in the common language "can you guess what those numbers next to the names are for?"