Drazig was by himself, an eerie squeaking noise filled the air and the darkness enveloped him making escape impossible in the shroud of shadows. The Ogre was scared, and he was all alone in the scary darkness. Suddenly, he felt cold. He jerked at the sudden feeling, did a ghost just pass through him? Is he being frozen alive at this very moment!? What was happening! He tried to get up, but his body didn't allow it, is he being possessed right now!? Drazig moved his head around to find the thing that was keeping him locked in place, and his sight soon stopped at his belly. Something wasn't right... Where is his blanket!? "Drazig! Stop moving, I'm [i]trying[/i] to sleep," grumbled Dorat.

"Oh, sorry." Drazig responded with a blank face. He stayed in that pose for several seconds, his brain trying to figure out something, but he just couldn't tell. Oh, he wasn't all alone, he had Dorat. Double 'oh'! He could see in the dark, the shadows can't hurt him. Triple 'oh'! The eeire squeaking was coming from the wagon they are currently traveling inside. Qua... Quin... Four 'oh'! He felt cold, because Dorat took his side of the blanket... Wait, Dorat just took his side of the blanket... HEY! Drazig came to the most important realization that his partner had just taken his side of the blanket, and punched his own arm. 

"Ow! What'd you do that for!" Dorat awoken, slightly angry that he could go to sleep and that he had just gotten punched by his other half.

"Give me back my blanket!" Drazig punched his own arm again, pissing off Dorat even further. 

"Your half of the body is fatter! You give off more body heat than my side!" Dorat explained, trying to bullshit Drazig so he could stay extra toasty in the wagon. And, it seemed to work. Until Drazig's face turned from confusion to anger once again. 

"I don't know what that means!" Drazig was just about to punch his own body's arm once again, but suddenly, a distant scream was heard in the distance, stopping the angered ogre. Dorat had heard it too, and looked to his partner. "Hey, Drazig. Want to go save somebody?" The anger from Drazig's face was gone, and it was replaced with joy.

"Yeah! Lets go save someone! I can be friends with them too!" The entire body soon moved as one, both halves working in perfect sync. They jumped off the wagon, the dying wood finally getting its rest from the enormous weight of the two. The wagon driver soon stopped the horse, and he looked back at the two.

"What are you guys doing?"

"Off to go adventuring!" Drazig bellowed out. Dorat's half soon pulled out a sack of coins, and threw them to the wagon driver. It was the pay that they were supposed to give them for the full ride to the next town. The wagon driver smiled at the two.

"Good luck on your adventure! Even in night you guys are still doing good." The wagon started to move again, the horse was also glad that the extra seven hundred pounds were gone. Drazig and Dorat looked at each other, they both nodded and started to move to the scream.

The Ogre's eyesight was impeccable in the darkness, you could even say they see better without light! The two were walking briskly towards the scene of the crime, however, with their size, it was more like running to an average human. The trees were also fairly annoying for the pair, they may have been moving this body for the past sixty years, but it still fairly hard to maneuver this large body through slim openings given by the forest. Branches and leaves soon started to stick to their armor, the sharp wood not able to penetrate through the ogre's thick skin. Soon, their eyes spotted something. A large group of adventures were gathered around one spot, that had to be the crime scene! Drazig increased their speed, the loud thumping sound was getting louder to the group ahead, and the darkness wasn't really helping the stranger's imaginations. Dorat, just now, realized the implications of an Ogre running into a group randomly out of nowhere, but it was too late to stop Drazig.

The Ogre jumped into the clearing, leaves and twigs scattered across the clearing. He was clearly excited, and the ten foot monster soon bellowed out to the group, not able to control the volume of his voice.

"WHO WENT POOF!?" Dorat, at the moment, had frozen up by the sheer stupidity that Drazig had just done, and not able to explain that they were good, instead of a two headed monster wanting to murder the entire group.