Hearing about the destruction of the gate made the firbolgs all pause, giving an involuntary moment of silence. "Thisn its not good. Isswut we feltya. Afear'd we was. Was right." The eldest of the firbolg druids, or so his beard would suggest, spoke with great hesitation, even for their people's fast-paced speech. "Thisn its not good at'lna. Vir given you restya. Long walk, but safe. Taken you home." His eyes suddenly widen, remembering something. "Hoor the attackers? Them'n come from the South? Passed us'n stayed for a time. Don't cause no trouble. Taught'm woodland survival. Like'n they never saw trees before. But must'm be offer'n you hosp'talty. Trust'n yer judgment of kar'kter better'n me own now. Come'n'all."

[hider=Firbolg Speech]"This isn't good. It's what we felt. We were afraid. We were right. This isn't good at all. We'll give you shelter. Long walk, but safe. We'll take you home. Who were the attackers? Did they come from the South? They stayed with us for a time. They didn't cause any trouble. We taught them woodland survival. It was like they'd never seen trees before. But I must offer you hospitality. I trust your judgment of character better than my own now. Follow me."[/hider]