For the past ten years, Cewri had been a wanderer.  He was able to catch his own food—it would have been embarrassing to have gone against the Necromancer and not been able to bring down a few beasts.  He wasn’t exactly a hunter, but being able to more-or-less skin a hide made him able to supplement his diet with whatever he bought in villages or cities he happened to be travelling through.  

	Said locales were also where he got most of his person-to-person interaction for the past decade—he met people on the road as often as could be expected, but they were rarely travelling to the same place.  And of course whenever he entered a city, the legends about The Mountain invariably followed him.  It wasn’t particularly surprising; his enormous height made him one of the most visually distinct members of the old part, Oryx being the only one to actually surpass him in that regard, and he knew from personal experience that minding the fields gave you a lot of time to think, if you chose to.  Nevertheless, it got annoying.  For every person who correctly guessed he was part Giant, ten thought he was the child of an actual mountain.  And some even called him a fraud—an imposter—when he tried to disabuse them of that notion.

	He sighed, and craning his neck to stretch it, saw smoke rising on the horizon.  Checking his map again—the one where he had marked the locations of the Giant settlements he had found—and his compass.  [i]Well,[/i] Cewri thought, [i]it looks like someone beat me there.  Means I won’t have to wait that much longer to see one off them again.[/i]  Cewri let loose a deep, rumbling chuckle, [i]Come to think of it, I was probably the furthest afield out near Kallagrim, they probably all beat me there.[/i]
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	Motivated by the presence of his comrades, Cewri picked up his pace.  The sun had all but sunk below the horizon when he saw the cabin; the smoke that showed led him on the last leg of his journey dutifully rising from the chimney.  Cewri smiled, [i]Hope they have a bed big enough for me.  Been too damn long since I slept on a proper bed.[/i]

	The stars were out and the moon had risen by the time he reached the door.  It was a wonderful sight, and he recognized the constellations—both human and Giant—in the skies above.  He could hear several voices within, so he quickly rapped twice on the door and pulled it open.  He didn’t have to duck down quite as low as he usually did to enter, and the roof was tall enough that he didn’t have to stoop at all once inside. 

	Cewri threw back the hood of his travelling cloak, his eyes sparkled as they travelled across Desalith, Oryx and Martox, and he smiled widely.  “At long last.  It’s good to see all of you again.”