In the middle of a forest, a group of giants was gathered around a fire. Under normal circumstances, their uproarious celebration scaring away the nearby fauna would have been cause for concern, but they had bigger prey, and grander ambitions.
At a smaller fire, one giant amongst them accepted a cup of liquor from an older compatriot. He knew he wasn't supposed to have any hard alcohol until he was officially an adult, but tonight was the night he came of age, along with the other youths of his clan. He could share a first drink with his friends... if he had any.
The craic wasn't for him, even if part of it should have been, so he found himself staring into the fire and humming some old, half-remembered songs with the occasional word or two.
A slap on the back from nearly sent Owyn stumbling as he was nearly pushed into the campfire.
"Are you ready to become a man?" The giant who'd approached from behind turned the slap into a shoulder grab, shaking Owyn.
