Seeing the world from a Giant's perspective was a completely different experience.
Hills that once had to be climbed could now be crossed in a few steps; rushing streams were now mere ankle-deep puddles beneath their feet.
A journey that would have taken two hours was quickly completed at a speed comparable to a galloping horse.
A clamor drifted from ahead, piercing through the gaps in the trees, carrying with it a primitive and rugged vitality.
From the tall vantage point of a Hill Giant, a Giant Tribe of about a hundred members appeared before them.
They pushed aside the last cluster of enormous shrubs in their path.
Ahead, dozens of crude houses built from massive stones and logs formed an irregular circle. In the center lay a vast clearing, packed down solid by giant feet.
Smoke curled up from cooking fires within the tribe, mingling the scent of roasting meat with the strong smell of sweat.
At that moment, a fierce duel was underway in the central clearing.
