Tarvek walked, or rather stomped, along the dirt track the natives called a road, flanked by thick forest as he followed young Amalthea, who was carried in a divan by four slaves just ahead of him. There were four warrior humans with them as well, though their weapons were mere unenchanted bronze weapons, though they seemed to have degree of ironworking judging by clasps on belts. He wasn't sure of it was ceremonial, or perhaps some magic he did not recognise, as the four were carrying large bronze coated wooden shields, along with helms of that alloy and javelins tipped with it. They weren't a threat to his tower power armoured form, but served to protect the girl, the four slave women carrying her, and the four more serving as porters.

'Honestly, she does not understand the dangers' Tarvek mused, as even after her taking as captive the girl-woman did not truly grasp that even these woods were dangerous to such as her. Well, if not for his presence of course, but the four warrior humans were watchful as they made their way along this road 'Which does not bring great joy to my heart that I am trusting in her word on such things as rewards"

Yet they had made the journey so far uninterrupted, by neither beast nor warrior, with even passing through a village an hour back seeking gifts given to Amalthea. While a walled village it bore little sign of heavy battle, and war seemed more…clan sized…here in seemed to Tarvek. Constant, but not targeting the means of production – warriors and nobles the targets. Also gaining the greatest benefits of course, which was why the girl's parading herself around as she was felt foolish to Tarvek. This would be an ideal time for a rival clan, or 'city' to make a play for her capture as they would not know of his strengths. But, now, they were in sight of the city-state her 'Archon' father ruled, Tarvek seeing it up on a hill, surrounded by terrace farms, so he kept such thoughts to himself, his Compass empowered to 'jump' if need be.

It was an hour later that they were met by men on horseback, lightly armed with javelins and spears, while wearing only jerkins of leather and cloth…yet there a dozen of them, here to guide the girl home. That they did not immediately attack him was a good sign, though they were all fearful of the 'giant' as they called him in hurried words with the girl and the four walking warriors. Not a surprise to the black armoured and towering form of Tarvek, as these humans were shorter than those of his lands, and the power armour raised him up to even greater heights. They were almost like gnomes compared to him, and he merely grunted, nodding as they marched towards the walled city. He was certainly attracting attention to his concern, having not thought about the fact he was a giant armoured warrior walking up to a city in sight of farmers in the terrace fields, and those upon the walls and gate.

'Heh, barely fits me gate' Tarvek couldn't help but laugh inside the suit, but cutting comms so the humans didn't hear as he had to bend down and carefully enter the open gate so as not to break it. It would not even halt him a moment should he have to flee, and he could see signs of damage – though it was far from the Sack he'd believed the situation to have been. Rather it was more a raid or riot, with signs of energy blasts on the gate and walls inside the city as their 'princess' was welcomed back with flowers and cheers. Not exactly glorious cheers, but rather half-hearted ones, likely due to guards escorting them up the streets, and perhaps because of his own 'Giant' presence.

They'd come to gawp as his friend Krull would say.

"Father! Mother!" followed by loud nonsense followed as the divan was lowered and Amalthea ran towards another set of gaudily clad, short, humans…

'Now, who are you though?' but what drew Tarvek's attention were the out of place humans. Clad in clothing vaguely reminiscent of very old-style League military uniforms, armed with weapons that were also clearly more advanced than the standard for this world. There were dozens of armed guards around, but only these four humans had guns, and sensors detected two had energy weapons in their belts. They had radio-comms and other give aways that they were not of this world, nor did they have belly-worms unlike the warriors of the dark gods that Tarvek had slain…

"Oh mighty giant!" he listened now to the 'Archon' who was after embracing Amalthea, and was now standing before Tarvek's bowing form with arms spread-wide "Glorious warrior! Sent by the true gods to save my fairest gem…"

'Blah, blah, blah, you have saved my daughter. Now here is reward. Stay, have feast!'

…Tarvek could live with that as two women in light robes came forward, carrying trays of gems and jewellery, all while the short middle-aged human in the toga made loud proclamations alongside his toga-clad wife. He said nothing though in the face of the priestess of the goddess Atalante, instead keeping his words simple and straightforward, translated by suit and spell "Thank you oh great and just Archon for this reward. It was but divine guidance to save thine noble daughter from should a cruel fate"

'Just don't mention the divine' he mused internally, emitting the rumbling breath "It is an honour to do so, and now I merely wish to rest as these days have seen long journeys, and hard battles against deadly foes"

"Truth, Mighty Giant!" came the response, a big, false, smile on the man's face as he held out his arms for the crowd to see "Now, let us all retire! So our brave champion may rest and meet with our other guests!"

"As you wish Lord Archon" Tarvek rumbled back, voice masked by the suit as he many questions, but firstly he wanted to get away from crowds now some degree of friendliness was extended. Not that he trusted them, especially when yet another band with better weapons than the natives had appeared. Still he had on light body armour now under the suit to exit, and he'd activated the suit's automated systems just in case a true cleric with power turned up. All were suspect, and being vulnerable…was potential suicide he knew, for they might seek his death for his faith just as easily as they might seek to steal his equipment or 'treasures'.

'Not that I know what's in the crates other than the supplies' he could only think sadly, as he was barely a third of the way through opening the three sales crates currently on his back. What was in them he had no idea, save they were valuable trade items, which could be anything from a magical vase that created liquids, to a bunch of shiny, but useless, rocks or metals. In perfect world there'd be hundreds of spell scrolls, or some powerful artifacts, that could help him. But, well, Tarvek suspected that would just be too convenient, and therefore highly unlikely to be the case. So he took the rewards as offered, following the short people as best he could, almost like a beast on four legs to avoid hitting the roof or hurting the small folk around him.

They at least gave him a big bed, having gotten word, as there were three, maybe four, native beds shoved together in a decent sized room waiting for him. More importantly…

"You have come to speak to me?"

It seemed the four non-natives were here, within the guns, and their words to the local lord about promises and the like. Looking awkward and wary, and answering in English of all languages "Em, yes, I am Major Mansfield, from…that Tau'ri. This is my team, SG-17, and we heard you had slain four Jaffa who'd abducted the ruler's daughter"

"Does this bother you?" he answered in English, earning surprised glances amongst each of them as he hadn't used translation magic now "Are not of Earth?"

"Ah, we are" the human answered carefully "You…have heard of us?"

"Call it a…guess" Tarvek answered gazing down at them as he half-bent in his armour for now. His French was superior, but they spoke the human English, so it was that he spoke "Something bothers you about my arrival?"

"Not at all!" a lie that "We had…discussed rescuing the young lady with the Archon, and, well, it is good that her rescue was already achieved"

'Ah, I robbed them of their in with the lord then' Tarvek suspected, as they were wary of him, waiting for him to exit his armour…which he had no intention of with them armed with automatic weapons. In the armour such things wouldn't even tickle after all, outside they were a threat to be watched "Good that she is home safe then. You travelled through the Eye of the Gods, yes?"

"We call it the Stargate, but yes, we do" the human replied with a nod "As, I assume, you did?"

Tarvek merely gave a nod of his helm, as that had been technically true "Then you are, ah…non-human we have heard"

"Yes"

"From…"

"Not here" Tarvek answered simply, for answers were dangerous "Events have led me here, to these human worlds, so that is as it is. You wish something to approach me so boldly"

"Diplomacy is its own reward" the human answered, then shrugged "A technological exchange would not hurt, not in the face of the Gou'ald threat"

'Time to try get answers' Tarvek mused as he careful started to formulate how to answer that statement with questions of his own….