Arrows
"You... You speak my language?" Triven said, still shocked that the Tyrant Ogre could speak the language of the region. In all his years as a hunter, he had never seen or even heard rumors of such a thing, "How...?"
The ogre chuckled. "Of course I speak your language. In war, studying and learning everything about your enemy is a basic thing, don't you think?" he replied calmly. The ogre spoke with a deep voice and the authoritative air of an inflexible ruler, "By the way, how well do I speak it? The slaves who taught me say I have a perfect command. But I would like to hear someone else's opinion. After all, I've only had a few months to practice. I don't have much confidence in my pronunciation."
"You speak it well for a beast," Triven replied, making no attempt to hide his hostility. He tried to appear calm and collected. But in reality, he was completely stunned.