Looks like the usual band of so-called heroes

As you walk through the portal you feel a slight pang inside your head, and you somehow realize that your master has put some kind of link directly to your brain as information starts pouring into your thick skull. A vision appears before your eyes, picturing a long corridor in what looks like a maze of obsidian rock walls. Several dead and dying creatures lie sprawled out on the blood-stained ground, while others still snarl and tries to strike back at the small group of humanoid attackers.

There's at least five of them as far as you can see, though numbers doesn't really matter to your dense mindset. The more the merrier, as they use to say, and all you care for is the fact that you're still extremely hungry.

One of them wears a full set of armor, which was probably polished like silver when they arrived, though it has since been stained by the blood of countless defenders. It's almost impossible to distinguish if the wearer is a male or female, but something inside you makes recognize the masterful craftsmanship as hailing from the northern provinces of the human lands. The sword and shield are also just as heavily decorated, and the wielder uses them both with certain expertise. Walking right next to him is a sturdy dwarf, who picks off hordes of goblins and other attackers with his hefty mace whenever they try to close the distance. The armor of these two warriors could prove a challenge if you'd ever try to eat them whole, but then again you're fairly confident your own heavy club will make it a much easier prospect.

Behind the two warriors at the front you notice an elven archer, who picks off stragglers with surprising speed, although he's often **** to wait for the group to reach another pile of his victims so that he can return the bloody arrows to his empty quiver. A female fighter helps him with this as well, as she's dashing out of the group at times to stab or slash at any creatures who comes within reach of her graceful blades, and considering her lithe body and how she moves you're fairly certain that she's got at least a portion of elven blood in her veins as well, despite the fact she's got the rounded ears and eyes of an ordinary human. Both she and her male counterpart have their long brown hair pulled back from their faces in a ponytail, and you notice that their features are just as sleek and meager as their scrawny bodies.

At the very back of the group there's another human female, and you believe the long white robes distinguish her as a member of the clergy. The fact that she's using some kind of spells to shield and protect her companions is of course another dead giveaway, though you don't really care for the details in these people's background. Instead you can feel your mouth watering as you stare at her soft and ample figure, though you find yourself thoroughly disappointed when you reach out to grasp her, and realize that it's still just a vision of something happening some distance further away.

There's something else touching your mind when you look at the shapely young woman in the back however, and you feel a bit confused when some part of your brain tries to tell you that she's not foremost for eating. Being an ogre you don't really need much more than your basic instincts to rely on, and because of that it's always a difficult choice when two such interests collide with each other. On the one hand you can barely wait to feast on such a ripe and delicious looking meal, while on the other you can feel a sudden stirring in your loins when you look at those fertile curves and the smoothness of her lovely skin. While the long, golden hair doesn't serve any practical purpose you can easily see how it further emphasizes the beauty of her soft and rounded visage.

With all those new impressions on your mind you find yourself a bit distracted when the vision slowly fades before your eyes, and you turn your head to look around while you hear the sound of battle coming closer to your current position.

Around you scurries a few surviving goblins, as they try to flee from the approaching band of adventurers, and you find yourself absently snatching one of them off it's feet with your meaty fist as it tries to run past your legs. It squeals in terror as it realizes what's about to happen, but of course your common Master doesn't care one bit for one of his cowardly minions, and there's nothing to save the flailing creature as you simply proceed to stuff it into your wide maw.

This way you're able to sate the worst of your most immediate hunger while you make your way slowly towards the sounds of battle ahead, and by the time you reach the next corner you've almost decided on how you would like to proceed...