Sleeping Dragon I need that happy begginin' middle and endin'

Goliath made a sound akin to a giggle - although much, much deeper - and scrunched up his nose, she was serious, and that's what gave him room to hurt more.

"Apprentice of Turin-wethill and Woild-faia" he mocked in a squeaky tone, chuffing up a small 'heh' afterwards. Although he wasn't witty or smart, he enjoyed retorting to people who thought they were more intelligent than him (although they really were).

"Frey-jaw speak blah blah, what you do here?" he grunted once more in his heavy accent, this time a little less serious, but nevertheless demanding for an answer.