Girra had protected the kingdom for ages. Longer than anyone had been alive for. He was a massive, powerful beast. Under his care, the kingdom flourished and thrived. He was given offerings of crops, livestock, of gems and gold, never asking for a human sacrifice. But recently, he has been agitated. Aggressive even. As one of the messangers who visits him, you decided to check on the Lord of the Land. Kneeling before the massive monster.

"... What do you require, Little One?"