[center][h1][b][color=808588][i]Arjax[/i][/color][/b][/h1][/center]

Stepping through the trees, Arjax was far from hard to notice as he made his way to the first voices he had heard since arriving. The strange man who had brought him had mentioned something about the decision being last minute, before casting his spell. He had left Arjax in the forest the night prior after mentioning something about not having a bed large enough for him. Being too large had never been a problem for Arjax before. Given the magical man's own size, though, Arjax had little reason to think him a liar.

As the others came into sight Arjax himself would hold up a casual hand in greeting. Despite how different each of them was from the other, what struck Arjax most about them was just how small they all were. It was an odd feeling for him being the tallest in a group. Having caught part of the conversation as he approached Arjax at least knew to speak in the common tongue and not his native giant speech.

"[color=808588]Good morn[/color],'" he would say, with the accented old world speak common among giants. His voice was deep with a pronounced hollowness that made it sound like the beat of a large kettle drum. When he came into full view he was in his armor and carrying his glaive, though with no intent to fight. It would not take a great deal of insight to determine that Arjax was not the type to keep his motives hidden.


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If there were any in the forest, Arjax would have picked up some stones along his way. Just enough to fill the pockets of his tunic. 
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