In the middle of a forest, a group of giants was gathered around a fire. Under normal circumstances, their uproarious celebration scaring away the nearby fauna would have been cause for concern, but they had bigger prey, and grander ambitions.
At a smaller fire, one giant amongst them accepted a cup of liquor from an older compatriot. He knew he wasn't supposed to have any hard alcohol until he was officially an adult, but tonight was the night he came of age, along with the other youths of his clan. He could share a first drink with his friends... if he had any.
A slap on the back from a clansman nearly sent Owyn stumbling as he was nearly pushed into the campfire.
"Are you ready to become a man?" The giant turned the slap into a shoulder grab, shaking Owyn.
"Hey now, Galen, don't burn his eyes! Owyn's nearsighted enough as is!" A guffaw sounded from the giant who'd poured Owyn's drink, Jederic.
"I can see just fine," Owyn half-grimaced. "You just spilled half my sura."
