"What the Fugue are you - oh. Ooooooohhhhhh," said the deathwarden in realization, looking at the giant. "The giants those stupid Vraaths were trying to kill off were YOUR tribe, weren't they?"

He pulled off his helm and spat on the ground, and let out a bitter laugh. "Hah! Guess it makes sense those hobgoblins were squatting there - they weren't happy to leave their neighbors alone either, were they? Maybe the soldiers were just doing their job, but Amery Vraath might just have gotten what he deserved."