A Chief Among Brutes

Recent events have made me reconsider my outlook on life. Or, lack thereof.

What is it that demands the most respect in this world, <name>? I would say that is power. Raw and unadulterated. Sheer strength of will, force of arm, power. And what causes any kingdom to fall into ruins, to crumble into ash? The loss of leadership, the lack of power!

Ah, forget my musings and ramblings, I have much too much time and much too much contempt. To speak plainly: the Brol'ok have a champion vying for power in their little mounds, known as Maulfist. He is called a chief, even amongst the ogres, so he must be exceptionally powerful... bring me his crown, if you can. I will reward you handsomely if so.

Yes, <name>? Have you brought death to their mounds?

Ah, delightful. Such brutish craftsmanship, their work often looks quite pathetic, doesn't it? Ah don't mind me, your reward, your reward at once.