Dwarves have been steadfast allies with humans for many years and you could probably rely on a dwarf to help you more than any other race in your predicament. After all, a dwarf may understand your dilemma better than most in this world. This situation is a little more extreme though, as at this pitiful size the dwarf could crush you underfoot without even noticing your pleas for help. You decide to take the smart option and hopefully wait until approaching the dwarf has a lower chance of obliterating you. Hopefully.
A nearby table towers over you, and you dash to one of the large wooden legs. Feeling a tad bit safer, you let your gaze wander over to the behemoth standing at the entrance to this abode and proceed to observe every feature of this menacing being.
From your elevation, two large walls of cracked leather round and stretch skyward to form a pair of well traveled boots, eventually meeting a field of scales laboriously stitched in to some sort of vast kilt, held in place by an equally vast belt. Atop the strained belt sits an absolute monster of a gut, bare and covered with an expanse of hair, it's no doubt this tank was constructed to spend many a night in the local tavern. Further up, a thick grey beard stretches up across the wide chest like a dense jungle, rooting itself in the rotund face and hiding the jaw from view; evidently a lot of care has gone into its presentation as four glimmering gold rings adorn the landscape, fracturing the forest into five distinct territories. At the summit of this peak, rests the distant eyes of the beast, clearly exhausted and still unbeknownst to your presence. Still remaining stationary, the dwarf lets out an ear splitting yawn and stretches out his arms to his sides which, to him, was merely to relieve the stress of a long day but to you, instead looks like a show of power meant to intimidate you into submission, as mountains of muscles expanded to show you how easy they could crush you and the cavernous maw displayed how it could consume you as easily as a keg of ale.
Looking to put this day behind him, the dwarf kicks up whirlwinds of dust and dirt as the leather continent fast approaches you. Every step shoots a loud quake throughout the landscape and rattles you to the core, which only increases in intensity as the footwear seemingly travels miles in seconds, edging closer to your minuscule form. One final shockwave violently throws you backwards, causing you to land in a heap further under the table. The titan then stops. Had he spotted you? Perhaps you should pray at this point and just hope to survive? No... he was only stopping to grab a chair to sit on. A sigh escaped your lips as the giant spread himself upon the seat.
Now that he had stopped moving once and for all it was time to get his attention? You highly doubt he would hear your cries for help over the creaking wood and typhoon like breathing. The boot resting directly in front of you could be a good start, at the very least getting off the ground would hopefully lower the chance of you getting squashed into a paste. Hopefully.
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