Neverwinter Forest Bandages

Goliath hadn't been meeting his quota of physical confrontations, and had been cast into a world of boredom. Whether he himself gained a reputation of being aggressive, or the borders that he patrolled where too high of a risk:reward ratio- not enough visitors came by the borders for him to maintain an exciting pace.

So he reported to Gavriel, and immediately after, he set off into the distance, looking for a opponent worthy and courageous enough to take him on. He had scrambles with small coyotes and foxes, but they all ended with Goliath's massive jaw crunching their petite necks in what was a tasteless execution.

It was a long travel, but he soon arrived by the strange scent that covered the forest. Not wanting to cause a conflict with a pack, he simply stopped several feet away from the borders.

He had been told to stay clear from the packs that surround Sleeping Dragon, but none had told him about the one area that now faced him.

Raising his giant, ugly muzzle into the sky and called for a competitor. A call for anyone to take on the giant that called itself Goliath