[Grot]

Grot awoke this morning with a very peculiar feeling, one he was not all that accustomed to. After all, how often was it that one woke up with someone walking on their back? In Grot's eighty year memory he'd never experienced this, the little folk always ran when they saw him. Perhaps it had been the heavy snow that had come down as he slept, or the fact that his skin was a rather white hue, whatever it was, it appeared as if he had not been noticed as the little one ever so casually walked over him and continued on. This certainly wouldn't do, what giant could allow a small one to walk all over him and still hold his head up high with pride?

As he stood up, the great mass of snow began to cascade off the giant's alabastor skin and the snow white hides he wore. Yawning loudly as he stood up he brushed the remaining snow off the top of his bald head and looked down at the little one who had decided he made a fine path. "Oi! You there, just what makes you think I'm your foot path?" Grot growled as he took a quick step or two to get in front of the elvish woman. Crouching down in front of her slightly he examined her for a moment, she was obviously an elf and therefore worthless as food, afterall, he'd just be hungry an hour later. This one in particular was scrawny even for an elf. Still, this kind of elf wasn't familiar to the giant.... he had always thought of himself as unique with his alabastor skin, the grey color of his veins giving him the look of a living statue, but this little one seemed to have the same pale complexion he. Seeing how similar she was to him and skin coloring, and her full head of equally white hair, Grot decided he could let her live, at least for the moment. "Who are you little one?"