It doesn't take an expert in reading body language to tell these giants aren't hostile - they're<em>scared.</em>They continue to nervously clutch at their weapons, watching him with wariness, none of them moving or speaking beyond mutters too low for him to hear.<br/><br/>From a tent at the heart of their camp emerges a hide-covered figure, as tall as the others but only because they are stooped over, bent and twisted with age. They shuffled forward, speaking with a voice deep and confident, but cracking with the weight of years. "So... we have been found. We will not go quietly, if you seek our end,<em>ildwyrm.</em>"