"E grat tha prenc!" (I greet the prince!)
The kneeling man spoke a language that Rion didn't know, but that wasn't the main disparity.
'So this is a giant?' Rion asked himself.
The man was as tall as a two-story building, his shoulders were wide, his arms as thick as tree trunks, and his body was gloriously muscular. He wore a flowing white robe that hid most of his legs, and golden tattoos covered his arms and chest.
Even Rion couldn't ignore the uncanny resemblance between the tattoos of this man and the Dhaevrak tribe.
'What is he saying?'
Noticing his confusion, Rion's brows rose, and he asked, 'What's wrong?'
Noir stayed silent for a long while and whispered, <... It's nothing.>
Rion knew something was bothering him, but he didn't press further and focused on the giant kneeling before him.
