A Bloody Giant

Kespin scrambled over and sat cross legged in front of Luna, he cocked his head and studied her for a long moment, opening and closing his mouth as if choosing his words, he looked like a fish.

"Why?" he repeated slowly after a moment, "I collect knowledge is why, knowledge of the time before, knowledge god and monsters, knowledge of magic."

"What for." Balar growled, the pain of his injuries darkening his mood.

"because what is lost must be found." Kespin snapped clutching his precious book to his chest, "The Ragnarok was incomplete, the strands of fate torn asunder as were the worlds and peoples. The tree must be made whole and the order must return." As he spoke his voice grew louder and more confident. Majvok sat up and peered over and both Tiella and Luna leaned forward with interest.

"What do you know of the Harlequin?" Tiella asked suddenly but before the old man could answer a loud thud and blood curdling roar sounded from outside and the wagon came to a sudden halt.

"Weapons out." the merchant called back into the wagon.

"Gods breath." curse Dyvia who was still sitting up front, "Is that?"

Tiella and Luna peered out into the shadows of twighlight to see that the wagon was passing through an abandoned grove and it appeared that a tree had fallen in front of it. No not fallen, it had been thrown. The gaping hole where it had been torn from the ground was about fifteen feet away.

"What is is?" Luna asked from inside.

Majvoc appeared on the ground next to the wagon having slipped out the other side. he was gaping at the sight of the battle that was taking place on the far side of the tree. In the centre of the ancient grove a pack of trolls were in the middle of a bloody battle with a Jotun.

"Its a bloody giant!" Balar gasped, gripping his axe and jumping to the ground with a pain filled grunt. Tiella followed and Luna peered out then to see what was happening.