Role

Chapter 7

"Yuh, him nice-looking boy. Get me nudder Kidana brew!" shouted the
obese fire giant, turning back to watch the lava-spawned fire spewing
from a crack in the cavern floor. Dumb woman, he muttered to himself,
gnawing on a fresh gnome arm (still attached to the whimpering gnome),
"Need get nudder woman not care kid so much."

His eyes quickly glazed over and a fresh flow of drool began once again
as he stared mesmerized into the flames.

"You good boy, Khar, no listen lout," whispered (well, bellowed softly)
the subject of the previous diatribe, lovingly smacking her child across
the face with each word as he gurgled happily. "Me need get nudder man
who care kid more."

--- Interlude ---

The charred wooden mace impacted the fire giant trainers head with a
bone-crunching *THUD*, sending him sprawling into the chained storm
giant who was the intended victim of said charred wooden mace. The
trainer got to his feet slowly, spitting blood and adjusting his freshly
broken nose.

"Khar! Idiot! Word mean same thing in all language! Why hit me, not
practice dummy? Idiot! That third time today!" the trainer bellowed at
the young fire giant, who quickly swung around towards the sound of the
voice. "Was good shot, though, think nose look better now that you
break it second time."

"Sorry, master, thought...you were...over there," the young fire giant
vaguely indicated a spot behind him while speaking to a point in the air
five feet to the left of the trainers elbow. "Not happen again."

"You bet not happen again! Get out! Go! Idiot! Go train make magic,
you too smart be strong fighter, too dumb be powerful mage. Least not
be able break nose from two levels down!" roared the trainer, pausing to
admire his amazingly ugly visage reflected in the polished blade of his
sword.

"Dumb fire giant needs a serious pair of glasses," whispered an upside-
down hanging armless elf to the practice dummy of a storm giant who
stood dully beneath and to his right. Khar stiffened as he heard the
softly spoken words, but continued out the arched cavern entrance.

"Cant see. Hear good enough, dumb elf. Come back make you scream
later," he muttered to himself as he wandered down toward Tohr Kidana-
Rahs mystic sanctum, narrowly avoiding running into a bellowing fire
ogre, a hellhound puppy and a party of screaming elves being happily
chewed on by a crimson dragon.