An Old, Old Giant's Home
Shaareach Forest, Cannath Vale
Early Afternoon, the Tenth of Mirtul
1372 DR, Year of Wild Magic

Complication Dice: 2 of 6

Warklegnaw's face wrinkled in confusion. His great head, like some oversized bust of a forgotten god, swung back and forth between Arendi and Chatty. At least the club wasn't swinging - yet - but it was apparent the giant's bewilderment wasn't going to last long. "What? Why you wear gloves with murderer's mark on them? Warklegnaw would know! Ghosts of Twistusk kin want to know!" His voice was echoing out into the jungle.