I slowly walk into the village at the bottom of the mountain, looking around at the unfamiliar sights. I take a few moments to recall the instructions my father gave me before I left, and head for the inn. As I walk, I stand head and shoulders above the tallest of the men, and apparently I've still got some growing left to do. I shrug and resettle the massive blade strung across my back, glancing at the vastly different architecture, the thatched roofs and wood walls compared to my home of stone and steel. I finally locate the inn, and duck as I enter the door, careful not to hit my head. The bartender just laughs as I cautiously make my way through the tavern up to him.
"You must be the next chief, eh? Has it really been that long since your father came through?" He asks, laughing again. I stare at him, dumbfounded, before, starting to laugh myself.
"Its been about ten years, so yes, it has been that long." I shake my head, "you must be Anderson?" I offer my hand, which he takes and grins.
"And your name is?" He asks.
"Trian, Trian steelforge" I smile, and slowly sit on one of the stools. "My father said he arranged for a nights stay at your inn, does that still stand?" I inquire, readjusting my sword.
"All set. We have one room sized for your people, its all yours. Free meals too." He says, smiling kindly.
"Careful, I might just take advantage of that." I chuckle and shake my head.
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Giant Slayer
FantasyTrian has just turned twenty, and as such, his tribe has sent him out to explore the world, forge alliances, and find something to fight for. Things are made just a little more complicated by the fact that he is a half giant, and his tribe is suppo...
