An elf walks intot he Prancing Pony and starts to gesture wildly indicating something large. Barliman talks with him for some time before walking to the door. As the door is open the sounds of panic comes into the bar. Barliman closes the door and talks with the elf more before moving to the back of the bar. Stepping outside I find a giant sitting peacefully on the pathway talking with the elf.

"You do not need to go to this trouble," Arifael says.

"I know bartenders he will be happy for the sale," Ringhul says.

"The people of this town do not seem happy to see me."

"Humans only see giants when they attack them. Don't worry too much about it they won't attack you for no reason."

"I hope that you are right," Arifael says. "I do not want to hurt people."

"I know my friend. If you are too uncomfortable we can leave."

"No, we are here already. I wish to rest. The barren lands were tough to move through."

"The lone lands are a hard place," Ringhul says. "probably more so for someone used to living in the snowy mountains."

"I would like to return but my brethern have fallen far from what they once were."

"I still have trouble believing you were attacked by the other giants."

"They see me as a traitor," Arifael says. "Our leader has decided to follow the men of Angmar so any who become friends with the free peoples."

"I am glad my messanger was there to help you fight them off."

"Yes if not for her I would have been hurt by the attackers."

Barliman comes around the Prancing Pony with an assistant pushing a cart with a keg. They approach the giant nervously and stop the cart near him. Ringhul pays for the beer and drinks from his glass. Arifael pulls the top off the keg and drinks from it.

"I am glad your ally was able to diminish the nubers of of the giants," Arifael says. "I hope that my brethern are no longer an immediate threat to your valley."

"It will have bought us enough time to drive them back to the north. If we can keep them in one area they will be easier to deal with. You do not need to worry about the elves."

"It is hard not to worry about one so small."

"We may be small but there are more of us and we are trained to fight," Ringhul says.

"I will still worry about you."

"I am happy to have your help."