“My name is Brana and I need your help, please,” Brana got on her knees as tears welled in her eyes.
Sir Garrett hated to see a woman cry even a frost giantess but he wanted to complete the quest so he could get back to his Princess and this would be a further delay. He wanted to tell her this was an order from his King but he had never seen a giant look so vulnerable. Perhaps he did have the time to assist her. Improving relations with the frost giants would improve things in the north of the kingdom and if they could get a peace treaty he knew of a lot of communities that would thank him.
“I know how much pride your people have so I know how grand a gesture this is,” Sir Garrett motioned for her to stand. “I will go with you and assist you in whatever way I can.”
Her warm smile made him happy with his choice though he was certain he was likely to regret it later. Frost Giants were powerful warriors who lived for combat and he was less than half their size. A duel with one was likely to be foolish and a battle with more than one became far more dangerous for his health but he did have a few advantages against them. They were arrogant, and would likely underestimate one of his size. Frost giants had rarely encountered knights in armor on a horse so they would be unfamiliar with his style of combat or how deadly the lance could be against them, most would think it was a sharpened stick and laugh at his efforts with it.
“Do you think I can challenge your Uncle to a duel and be done with this with as little bloodshed as possible?” Sir Garrett asked.
“It might be, my Uncle is a coward who hides behind his champion Bruga,” Brana explained. “He plans to marry me to the brute in exchange for his loyalty but like most of my people, he views humans as weak. He might be willing to fight you to inspire the others to march on your Kingdom.”
“I hope you are right. Things are likely to go very bad if you are wrong. Let’s get started because we have a lot of road ahead of us if your land is where I think it is.”
“We live far to the north on the Spiky Peaks Iceberg.”
The news got better and better, the place she spoke of was a fortress in the middle of a patch of icy deadly waters. Her clan was known for the ruthless raiders they produced who made life miserable for many a shipping merchant. Sir Garrett had given his word so he was still going to help her but it didn’t make him happy that he was going even further away from the swamps he was supposed to be investigating.
“What path would you like to take Brana?” Sir Garrett asked. “You know the path to your home much better than me.”
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