With the plunging of Sbatarra's blade into the back of the pinned fire giant- it had barely missed the stone giant's chest- the larger, darker giant shuddered, his mouth opened wide in a silent scream, and then fell, limp and dead, very much so. When the stone giant was certain that his adversary was indeed slain, he flung the other giant's dead body from him and rolled over to his stomach, his head cocked sideways to look at Sbatarra with appreciation, a bit of bashfulness showing in his bloodied expression. He laid there for a little more than a minute before pushing himself to his knees, and he reached over, extending his gray hand in thanks for Sbatarra's efforts.<br/><br/>When that little bit was over, he forced himself to his feet and made a bit of a limp to his own bag, which he reached into and drew from it a gemstone that was nearly the size of an eyeball, a fire opal large enough to fit into a man's eye socket. With a smile, he offered it to Sbatarra, pinching it lightly between his strong, bony fingers. When she took her prize, the giant flopped near a large rock to rest, reclining with his back on it.  Before he fell asleep, he muttered to her in broken Common, "My... thank... elf... for help." He then shut his eyes and was almost immediately in a deep slumber, both his bag and the fire giant's sitting in his lap, his arms over them.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>