Role

Chapter 4

The Udgaardian Bank Manager sighed. Again?

The newest young recruit to be a guard was on his back in the middle of the
bank, a startled expression frozen upon his face and his regulation dagger
(envenomed, good iron) nowhere to be seen.

Hells. He'd only finished the interview an hour ago. This was getting
ridiculous.

Then the giant sat bolt upright, dried blood cracking as he lifted his
hands to stare at them in wonder.

The Bank Manager didn't like the look of this at all. You saw some suspect
stuff around these parts but dead giants don't just sit up after being
shanked a few times, at least not without a necromancer being involved, and
they're usually not amazed to see that their hands are still attached in
that case.

The young giant got to his feet. Wait, had he always been that tall? Why
had he even interviewed this one, loomers just got signed on principle.
Nothing like a couple of extra feet of muscle and misery to keep people
honest.

He opened his mouth to say something, but the giant walked straight out of
the bank without a backwards glance.

The Bank Manager sighed.

"I hate my job..."