Iriades Mon'd'atall

"I've dealt with Ettins before," Iriades interjects. "To me, they've proven themselves to be nothing but vile, uncivilized monsters. There was this one time where the opposite was actually true, but that's more than fifty years ago, and quite some distance from here too."

The elf rubs his chin for a moment and smiles faintly, seemingly recollecting something.
"Regardless, if there's trouble around here, and this scout is sure he's seen two ettins, it's safe to assume they're related somehow. What bothers me is this though: if they're behind whatever is happening to the caravans, how did they manage to keep it a secret for so long? They're not exactly brilliant strategists, you know."