((You are a messenger sent from the kingdom to offer a peace treaty to the new Goliath tribe spotted in the nearby snowy mountains. You heard that they were savage and barbaric and your King fears them. You are trembling from the fear, and the cold, when a large, towering presence appears behind you))

You turn around and fall onto your rear, looking up to see a hulking, massive man, with bald head so shiny it blinds you, despite the cloudy sky. — Afternoon, fair human. My name is Norstaere.