Bearclaw Valley But I think I must have been changed several times since then

The giant notices her wavering gaze. She doesn’t dare look at him and for a moment he wonders why. Then he remembers what he looks like and how he would often get that same averted look. Where he looks horrifying and dangerous, he truly doesn’t view himself as such. Or he used to not. Now though, with the spirit of the devil himself dwelling within him he’s not so sure. 

Still he tries to allow himself to laugh softly at her words. Then she introduces herself, offering a name, one he will remember. Arielle. He nods once and a lose smile comes to his drooping lips.

“Arielle,” He greets lowering his haunches to the ground to try and seem less threatening. “I’m Solomon. I’m kind of new here.” He offers then. “Where were you before here?” He asks curiously.