Chapter 310: Khrusos The storm giant didn’t seem to be moving with haste to meet us, but his long strides quickly carried him through the trees and along a path that wound down into the valley from where we stood. The giant paused, looking up at us before beginning the climb. Maybe he thought we had smartened up and fled.I was expecting an ancient-looking storm giant, but as he approached, he was barely over ten feet tall and lacked the time-worn beard and blue-gray skin tones I anticipated from my first encounter with his race. His pale-gray face would have seemed youthful if I didn’t have to crane my neck to make eye contact. The giant was dressed in leather and wool garments, all of which were dyed a deep blue. His gray eyes watched us, waiting.“Do you speak storm giant?” I asked Mynasha, who stood confidently.“No,” she replied, and bowed to the giant. In Orcish, she spoke to the giant. “We come as friends and to request an audience and a blessing.”The skin of the giant reminded me of Maveith’s, though the giant was much leaner of build than the goliath. “Are you with the others?” his coarse voice grumbled out in rough Orcish. I relaxed a little, thinking that perhaps this interaction might be cordial rather than a life-or-death encounter.Mynasha considered her response carefully. “No, but we are here for the same thing. We request the gift of an inconsequential artifact.”The giant’s gray eyes studied us before he spoke. “You can still depart and descend Olympia, or you may follow me to stand before Khrusos for judgment.” His tone was flat and uncaring, making the situation all the more ominous. We were a curiosity to him, but he did not care if we lived or died.