As Lennox observed the ogre for a few seconds, he realized something was off. The ogre wasn't rampaging cause if it was it wouldn't be moving as fast as it is. It was almost as if it was looking for something. Luckily Lennox had studied the languages of many of the races that lived in these lands and could speak ogre, so he could figure out it's what it wanted with ease. He quickly found a good sniping spot should the ogre turn on him and called out in the ogres native tongue. (When text is in between these (**) it means i'm speaking another language.)
*Halt, Ogre! State your purpose in this part of the woods or get a two dozen arrows in your.* Lennox really hoped a quiver of arrows was all he'd lose in a fight with an ogre.