Snippet #2579764

Herast bowed his head slightly in greeting, acknowledging the man who now stood fifteen feet from him atop a horse. He had watched calmly as the man drew closer, sure that a bandit would not be dressed so finely or riding such a steed. His eyes noted the bow, but he felt confident that should this man be some sort of well-dressed bandit that he could close the distance easily enough even with arrows flying at him.

"Work," Herast finally said, rather simply. His voice sounded like an avalanche, vibrating the air violently and resonating with one's eardrums. He raised his massive sword and placed it against the ground, a hand on-top of the hilt to keep it in place. A small gesture of non-violence, or so the giant intended it to be. His eyes settled on the man's own, the fact that he was on horseback not presenting a problem to eye contact for him.