Sleeping Dragon by means which have never yet been tried

Each reaction witnessed sent another burst of fire through his body, encouraging him to take action. He held back, though, trusting his mind as it told him how he couldn’t simply rush into things. He was too young and far too small—nearly a dwarf in comparison to Goliath—leaving him with extremely limited options. He could not locate the man and launch an attack on his own, nor could he insist that Freyja stand by him whilst doing so. No, he needed an adult on his side, someone that knew exactly what they were doing. As he stood there, seeing the anger his father felt at the idea of his daughter being hurt, Hvitserk knew that there could be no one else as qualified to assist the boy as he was.

Questions were asked and his face scrunched up, having wanted to hear that they’d be leaving right then and there to hunt down the giant. Correcting himself, his expression smoothed over and then grew serious once again, knowing that it was necessary for Gavriel to have as many details as could be provided to him. “H’attacked her cache,” the boy said, revealing at last that no physical harm had been inflicted upon his sister. Still, it had hurt her in another way, and so the punishment delivered should be the same. “Don’t know where she is.” Out hunting, he was sure.