Garrick Tyrnheart was a bear of man, standing six and a half feet with skin hardened from his years as a woodsman. His brown mane was as untamed as his beard, giving the over all appearance of a kodiak that wore armor. A wolfish grin held on his face as he heard the Lieutenant speak, clearly more than willing to dig his axe into a giant if the opportunity presented itself. "I have one question sir, when can we start killing those blasted giants?" Garrick said with clear enthusiasm, as if the giants were just another tree to cut down, except with more blood.