The people of Black Stone Territory were a hardy folk, accustomed to facing fierce beasts and cunning bandits, but not the Giants they had only ever heard of in tales sung by Minstrels in taverns.
The visual shock and psychological pressure these creatures exuded were beyond anything a sword or blade could ever match.
The castle's heavy gates opened slowly.
Raylo's figure emerged.
He wore no armor, only the simple, everyday attire of a Lord.
The Lord's appearance was like a calming balm, instantly soothing the restless crowd.
All eyes converged on Raylo. Panic gave way to a mixture of confusion and trust.
"Quiet."
Raylo's voice rang out.
The noisy chatter and cries in the square miraculously subsided.
"They are new members of Black Stone Territory—Hill Giants."
"From this day forward, they will be members of Black Stone Territory, just like you. They will not harm anyone."
The residents looked at one another, momentarily unable to process the shocking news.
