The goliath's wrinkles were like the folds of some great mountain, pits and crags of grey almost-stone skin belying an almost geologic age. Rather like a mountain, he had to stoop to get in the door, and with his powerful physique (not to mention his heavy armor and equipment), he took up far too much room.<br/><br/>On the other hand, he was carrying firewood on his back, always welcome in conditions like these.<br/><br/>"Leave the holes!" he waved an enormous hand at the holes in the walls, loosing the bundle of firewood to the floor with a crash. "It will let the smoke out when we build a fire."<br/><br/>And without further ado, he set to doing just that.