“Then that is where we shall go.” Olfratar rises to his feet, moving Keane to his back, “Grab hold of my cloak, boy.”
Olfratar felt G-2’s grasp sinking into his mind, but did nothing to prevent it.
Like the talons of a vicious hawk, G-2 reached deep within the Frost Giant and found nothing but a deep, burning core of a soul that hurt the monster’s very essence to view.
Olfratar had lived too long, and through too much. He feared nothing.