There were very few things that ever made Haljon feel small. He had lived the majority of his life towering over others, and his height always attracted attention. He was known as a giant amongst giants to the rest of his race, both his greatest curse and boon. Mountains, of course, always managed to make him feel small. Philosophy? He wasn't the most sophisticated of men, and over-deep musings went over his head as surely as mountains. The more expensive inns and estates he had been employed at always seemed to have a habit of dwarfing him as well. 

Vrent seemed to have all these things. Founded on an enormous range of mountains, with architecture that didn't seem to know the meaning of "wide", as well as ample philosophical hogwash that made his head spin. Not to mention the size of the thrice-damned people. An [i]average[/i] Vrentus stood head and shoulders above Haljon. He'd find the whole thing quite depressing if he didn't find it that much more hilarious. 

He spotted the inn he was supposed to meet his new employer at, and managed to extricate himself from the huge throngs of people walking along the Ard road. Standing in front of the large oak door, Haljon hesitated for a moment before pushing his way inside; mere moments after the Venar known as Bakk had sat down. Haljon rubbed his eyes in order to adjust to the sudden darkness. He itched his wild beard idly as his gaze swept across the room, shrugged, then approached the tavernkeep standing behind the bar.

"Two ales, and a man named Eolas." He grumbled, his voice reminiscent of distant thunder. He tossed the barkeep his payment.

Haljon heard the tavernkeep mutter under his breath something about "meaty men and trouble", but ignored it. He collected his two ales - which frothed appetizingly at the top - and moved towards Eolas' table. He nodded to the Ventus and then the Venar, and sat down heavily. He didn't wait for either of them to speak before downing both ales in two massive swallows. Haljon belched and wiped his face with the back of his hand. Satisfied, he nodded again towards his table companions.

"Haljon. 'Tis a pleasure."