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Chapter 2

Being a giant was not all bad.
If there was a universal truth to be found in his life up until that point,
Malgren decided that it was there was always use for strength. Lifting
crates and barrels might not be anything special, but the merchants would
give him 3 coppers for his trouble.
As he proved reliable, some of the delivery drivers would even permit him
to ride along with them to their destinations; he'd get time away from
Galadon, and get paid more. it was good.
It was on one such journey that Malgren found himself at the Inn of the
Eternal Star. The driver had decided on a meal before returning, and
though Malgren could neither afford or was offered food, he was permitted
to sit inside while his employer ate. It was for that reason that he was
present when the elven bard sang.
It was unlike anything the young giant had heard before. Entrancing.
Glorious. The fire in his blood burned and his fingers itched for
something, though at the time he knew not what. He'd never seen someone
eat so fast, for surely they had not been there long when the driver
decreed it was time to depart.
From then on Malgren would spend long hours listening outside the Bard's
guild in Galadon; and a new found ferocity and brutality dissuaded any of
his typical enemies from approaching him when doing so.