You step into the ogryn’s quarters. It has a mildly offensive smell, vaguely of stale meat, and a dark atmosphere. A banquet of rations is laid out on a table, and a huge bed is fitted into the wall. You see her. she stands there in Huge burlap pyjamas, Hanging loosely over her gigantic chest. A large tooth points out of her lower lip, and her platinum blonde, almost white hair is hanging loose ‘Ello, sah!