You find Sir Thomas at the village Inn and blurt out the news. By this time the titaness is plain for all too see and approaching rapidly, so he does not doubt your words. You have never seen the old knight look so grave as he does now. And is that a hint of fear in his eyes? You would never have believed it. But then you also doubted the old legends.
"My lord, what are we to do?" You ask.
Thomas downs his ale in one and fixes you with a steely glare. "There is nothing we can do. Not by force of arms. In times of old, these giants were driven back only by desperate magick and we have no such thing at our disposal. Our fate lies in her hands.”
You can’t believe what you’re hearing!
“There must be something we can do!”
The old knight sighs, “Our only way forward is to try to communicate with the titaness. The legends say that they speak a similar tongue to our own.”
Clad in chainmail, his sword by his side, Sir Thomas rises from his seat and walks for the doorway. You can now hear the rumble of the giantess’ approach and the others in the inn are looking apprehensive. Sally, the innkeeper’s daughter looks at your imploringly. “Jeremiah, the giantess will not harm us will she? We are peaceful. She won’t harm us?”
You’ve become fond of this flaxen haired girl since you came to this town and can’t bare the thought of her being in danger.
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