Wrestling with the Question
Tenth Day of the First Month 294 AC
"A foe of winter I named myself, a foe of winter I am in deed as much as word," you reply. "I have brought you these gifts that they might aid you against the coming night even should you refuse my offer, but which will be useful even if you accept. They can strike without warning..." You trail off into a sigh recalling Thennhold. "I do not ask you to be warriors but offer shelter against the coming cold."
For a long moment there is silence between you, though the night all around is filled with raucous laughter and even giant song, deep and filled with sudden stops and unexpected starts, like their names. Then Mag Mar speaks. "Your words taste fine, smell strange. What should we do in your land if not fight?"
"What you do now only with better tools and friendly folk to trade with," you reply at once. It would be more than it's worth to transport the mammoth herds alongside their masters, but you can certainly birth more in the flesh forge, ones adapted to warmer climes perhaps. While you certainly do not lack for empty land most of it is considerably warmer than the Far North.
The giant shifts slightly stroking, his beard in thought. "What you get out of it?"
"Mammoth milk for trade, wool, meat when you slaughter some beasts from your herds." When it is clear that alone will not convince you add. "A lack of wights. Your people are mighty in life Mag Mar Tun Doh Weg, mighter still would they be in death, untiring weapons of ruin in Their hands."
At that Mag Mar nods slowly, then glances at Dany distracted as though he had only just noticed her. To be fair is is rather small from the giant's great height and her silver hair blends with the carpet of snow between the stones. "Why you bring young one here?"
"Because I'm a lot bigger in magic than flesh," your sister replies with a challenging smile.
"Show," he says. He looks somewhat bewildered when Dany takes his hand, well the smallest finger upon his right hand at least, though when golden healing light suffuses him ,taking away the aches and pains of a hard lived lifetime, the expression turns to wonder. "Good magic."
Turning to his folk the elder giant shouts: "Listen here you lot. We don't need to risk the Crows' Wall. The dragon-man says we can go to his lands! Live like we've always lived only with better neighbors. Maybe we start growing again like the squirrel folk!"
How had he known that? you wonder. You had never told the giants that the Singers are growing again, only that they now dwell in your lands.
Alas you do not have long to ponder the matter. One of the younger giants perhaps a head taller than Mag Mar and covered in hair the color of fresh hay rises to his feet, throwing a giant sized mug hard enough that it cracks stone where it strikes the wall. "You go have weak knees old one, go to kneel if you want, I won't! Why should I cower behind him..." one long fingered hand points at you. "Says he's a dragon but..."
You close your eyes and will yourself to transform, flesh bubbling and growing... familiar as breathing. When you open them again you are looking down on the belligerent giant by about six feet. "If it is my stature that is the problem that can be
changed," you point out calmly.
Something about your words seems to strike many of the admittedly inebriated giants as terribly amusing. You count more than half a dozen of them bent over laughing, not counting the ones that sink back into their seats with earth-shaking thumps.
"Magnar of Magnars you said you were." the giant who still had not introduced himself replies through gritted teeth. "So who are these Magnars then, who are we to
kneel to? Men who'll fear us and want to use us when they don't try to drive us off! You want Grum Nar Wun Woh Tum to kneel then you get all those little ones here to wrestle me!"
Let it not be said that drunk giants can't be cunning. Looking around the gathering you see that many of the other giants are nodding along now. Having never seen a gathering of men larger than a Free Folk tribe it makes sense to them and trying to explain the rule of law and why they should listen to even those who do not prove themselves personally stronger or wiser than them would not be easy.
What do you reply?
[] Try to explain the concept of law and how it benefits them
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[] Try to explain the concept of fealty and how authority is devolved
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OOC: Grum Nar actually made his wisdom save not to try to wrestle the Huge Half-Dragon Viserys, which given his wisdom was not actually guaranteed. Now you guys have to explain complex social concepts to the assembled giants.
