Role

Chapter 6

A few days ago, while traveling down the eastern in a most bouncy'ish way, I
came cross with a big man! A big orange man! Manly, maybe, but man he was
not. A Fire Giant-I didn't bother to ask his name. His head was scarred,
looked to me like he had been headbutting too many walls, but maybe that's a
Fire Giant game, who knows! So, anyways, this giant is heading my way,
seemed to meet up with me along the large crossroads, and I decided to
saunter closer to him, to get a better look. His clothing was royal, and he
was doused in Elven cologne, and he had the cutest dress on..If only. He was
ragged, clothing stripped bare on his arms and legs, and he seemed to be some
kind of brawler, or slave. His smell, though pungent, was stinky! I swear
that if he had bashed me, I would have been less stunned than when that
aromatic blaze of testosterone filled Giant gas blew me in the nostrils.
Being near him, I watched his stride. Very large steps: Thump, ker thump,
thump, ker thump. His left foot dragged the ground slightly as he raised it
in his next step. I'm guessing it was either hurt, or it ate more than his
other leg so maybe it gained some weight. I swear, though, a kick from that
thing would have sent me higher than an Air focused Shapeshifter covered in
pipe-smoke during Orc hunting season. I think he noticed me quickly, because
there was a short dart backwards in his eyes-I was in the corner of his
vision. After a bit of walkingFor me it was more like running, mind you. A
good six or seven steps to his one. One small step for a giant, one giant
sprint for wood-elf-kind.


Anyways, after a bit of walking, I decided that we should talk. I look to
him, catching up to his side (looking up at him was the equivalent of
standing below the Spire on High Road, but much more ugly. Less stones, more
bumps and stinkies.) I spoke. "You know, if you keep ignoring me, we'll start
to sleep in separate beds. I think we're getting emotionally detatched". The
giant let out a roaring "HAAARRR!" I thought, tremendous, the Giant is
retarded. "HAAAAAARRR!" after my precious statement? Come on, if the Giant
wasn't retarded, he certainly had no appreciation for sarcasm, so what good
was he?So, I stared at him like he was retarded.

He stared back, but I wasn't certain what was going on with him. His
eyebrows seemed kind, but he bore no emotion on his face. I harkened back to
what I did with the children, and thought, he could not be manipulating me,
could he? And before I knew it, the Giant launched into song:

"Come sail away with me to lands far away
maybe take a rest out there, or a roll in the hay.
You will be my sea princess, and I your king
Nature soars, devils roar, and angels sing
Of the starry nights we share
Lacking all elfie underwear!"

He had the most incredible voice, and the song captivated me. I said, "Dude,
nice! But why are you serenading me?" The giant responded wistfully that he
had spent a life on the sea, had had a Giant wife, and had planned to have a
happy long life with her. But fate would not have it, and a storm killed his
wife, and destroyed his boat. Now he was just trying to "carry on". It
seemed he was stuck on this song, and quite despondent.

I told him I felt his pain, but that he needed to get a new repertoire of
songs. I mean, c