New friends.

"Yes, as best I can. Thank you for the opportunity. Friends."

His eyes rose to meet the giants at the word friends. His grandfather would scarce believe his progeny was consorting with giants but his gut told him Erik was trustworthy.

Radis did not take responsibility lightly but dared not show his ignorance of the trail ahead. Mere hours ago he was resigned to die alone starved leaving nothing but a corpse, magic hammer and sad stoic poetry written in flourished runes. He hoped the pretty young lass he had foolishly pledged himself too did not read runic. It was not his best work.

Smiling, Radis found hope for the future.