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Vah’lux stood near the cell as the barrage of words echoed down the hallways. It seemed the human, the one known as “Quentin”, was having more than a difficult time adjusting to whatever changes were coming. The man’s words held much fire as each dart was directed toward the priest and justice, but moreso, their god. Although the response wasn’t surprising, and Vah’lux only shook her head wondering why the captive soldier didn’t simply keep his mouth shut. Was this a human trait? To let the tongue go before the mind? 

The Goliath smirked at the thought, as she could be considered a hypocrite for even thinking that, especially considering her own vile words toward the Half-Orc, Gorosk. She wanted nothing but to see him hang, and for no other reason than her own personal grievance against the entirety of the race. But perhaps the time spent in the confines of a prison cell with nothing but her own thoughts and prayers to keep her company as lessened the anger that once boiled inside. It wasn’t worth the fight. At least not now. Granted, Vah’lux would never let her guard down around such a creature -half blood or otherwise- but she also was not looking to throw the first punch.

The rusty iron door to her cell was finally opened, and as she advanced, exiting the cage, the soldiers could be seen visibly taking a few steps back, weapons at the ready. But the woman showed no concern for them, nor an expression of hatred, as she passed them on her way down the hall and toward the exit. If anything, she pitied them, for being so wrong about their views of her or her people. Goliaths were never the mindless, barbaric, war-like creatures that the stories of old were told around a campfire, or to instill some false fear within a misbehaving youngling. Aside from the Dwarves and Giants, very few knew of the nomadic race and their cultural significance throughout history. But why should they, when an unknown people are painted as mere monsters and brigands?

She nodded to each of the others who had made eye contact as the group was being led outside the prison, and upon crossing the threshold, the Goliath lifted her face to the sky, allowing the warming rays of the morning sun to cover her skin. She did not hesitate to stretch her muscles, loosening what felt like days of stiffness in her joints, as she bent over to relieve a sharp pain in her lower back. Freedom was sorely missed indeed. Her gear and supplies were placed in a pile, and from the looks of it, were unspoiled, however she wondered if she would really ever see her glaive once again. The prize of killing her previous captor. The beast deserved what he got in the end.

Vah’lux kept her composure as best she could considering many eyes were on her. The whispers, while not decipherable, were still at the woman’s expense. She shrugged the piercing judgement off as though tossing away a rotten fruit, and began slipping on her hide and fur armor one piece at a time, ensuring that each was secured and adjusting as needed.