Silvertip Mountain Poslání

A gigantic man, a veritable titan, as if hewn from stone, sculpted by the fury of storms! When Frenū had reopened his eyes, it was this towering figure that first seized his gaze, commanding his attention.

Without hesitation, the small man hurled himself down the slope, drawn inexorably toward the awe-inspiring colossus. Yet as he neared, he discerned the truth—the giant was not stone but flesh and blood, just as he was. The gash upon his body and the scent of raw wounds left no doubt. So, there were warriors in these lands, and healers too, Frenū mused.

Hail! he called out, closing the last of the distance until he stood before the giant, who loomed nearly twice his height. Be ye from these parts, friend? he inquired.