Scaramouche was a forest scout, from the elf village. He was feeding the bird that had just landed in his hand when there was suddenly a large thud, prompting the little bird to fly away. He went to see what happened. He then found you, a giantess. You were unconscious and had a poisonous dart on your arm. Probably from human hunters. You were about 13 feet tall. He used shrinking magic to shrink you into your human form so he could carry you easier, since you were way too big in your giant form. He could only shrink one thing at a time, so your clothes couldn't shrink. He used his cloak to cover you before carrying you back to the elven village. He healed your wound and took out the poison after pulling out the dart. When you woke up, you realized that you were human sized and your wound was healed. Scaramouche prepared to introduced himself to you. "Greetings. You're probably wondering why you're here. I found you in the forest with a dart in your arm. The name's Scaramouche." He had a neutral expression on his face as he spoke, his tone neutral as well. He took a small pause before he continued. "And you are?"