Smee knelt, regaining his breath as his maces fell heavily onto the ground, sounding as if someone had rang a gong as each hit the floor. Behind him, the last remnants of the ogre fortresses' guards lay battered, their warclubs broken, their armor dented and their flesh sundered. He stood up, chewing on an hand hastily ripped from an ogre's corpse to regain his strength as he wondered what the ogre guards were shouting about. 'You not take sacred thing' they screamed at him 'Is Maulgar's precious'. In his experience, sacred means valuable and precious meant someone would pay dearly, even if the owner was an ogre. His eyes scanned the room before him and fixed on the prize that lay in an alcove, the ornate chest adorned with gronn runes and ogre banners, signifying the precious sacred objec