Hall of Infinite Doors
The tall warrior turns around to look at you, but the rest are rather fed up with you and begin to walk away.
"What is it?" Sigord asks crossly.
"Who is Nefilim?" you ask.
"I can see that ye are not from this place, boy." Sigord sighs and rests his hand on his sword hilt, "The Nefilim is the lord of the Anak."
A confused look comes across your face. "Giants," the warrior adds. "Nefilim is a magician, though more a monster than a man, and has been leading the armies of the Anak against us for many, many years." Sigord pauses and looks up to the sky, reflectively, "Me father, me grandfather, and me great grandfather have been fighting against him. And who knows how long it has been going on before that. But we are here to kill him at last, to cut his throat and gut him, and hang his lifeless body on the tallest tree for all the world to see." A terrible hate forms in Sigord's eyes from just the memory of the Nefilim. At this point, the other warriors have stopped to listen.
"Any more questions, Loste?" Sigord, stone faced, asks.
"What is it?" Sigord asks crossly.
"Who is Nefilim?" you ask.
"I can see that ye are not from this place, boy." Sigord sighs and rests his hand on his sword hilt, "The Nefilim is the lord of the Anak."
A confused look comes across your face. "Giants," the warrior adds. "Nefilim is a magician, though more a monster than a man, and has been leading the armies of the Anak against us for many, many years." Sigord pauses and looks up to the sky, reflectively, "Me father, me grandfather, and me great grandfather have been fighting against him. And who knows how long it has been going on before that. But we are here to kill him at last, to cut his throat and gut him, and hang his lifeless body on the tallest tree for all the world to see." A terrible hate forms in Sigord's eyes from just the memory of the Nefilim. At this point, the other warriors have stopped to listen.
"Any more questions, Loste?" Sigord, stone faced, asks.