Velikan had stopped for a spell to watch the people mill past.  There was no point hiding it, he stood out.  So, rather than be gawked at all the time, he just wore armor.  It was easier than being stared at because he looked like an animate statue, a figure cut of stone that moved and talked.<br/><br/>Yeah okay, so that was his reality.<br/><br/>In the heat of the day when crowd was abustlin, it only made sense for him him to step aside and let them go their ways, without him in the way.<br/><br/>Then, out of the gray, there appeared a large bear that was suited for riding and had the most divine vision of beauty seated upon its back.  Leading the bear was a creature a few hands above his own height, which was perfectly adept for the size of the mount that he lead.  Velikan took complete and total notice when he stopped to address him, individually.<br/><br/>Hmmm, yes, this was going to be interesting.<br/><br/>He felt it a bit an odd clash that he had just began to move from the shade of the tree and the command to halt was issued him.  Never the less, he halted and leaned upon his Bardiche so as to look non threatening to the the one who most apparently felt the need to challenge him.<br/><br/>"Friend, I hope, otherwise, there is a bit of a lopsided fight on my hands."  His common was a bit clipped, apparently not his preferred language as he continued, "Is it all the armor that caused you to pick me out of such a sizable crowd?  If you are not an Orc, which you appear not to be, you do have an upper hand...  Listen, I am on the way to Xardin, if you will, walk with me.  We may find that we have much to discuss."<br/><br/>He nodded genitally to the lady on the back of the bear and stepped out onto the congested path.<br/><br/>"So, what leads you and such an uncivilized mount," he nods to the bear with a chuckle, "to Xardin?"