“I’ve got a bad feeling about this,” said Larthor the barbarian. Those were the last words out of his mouth. For such is a man’s wyrd. His fate as some would call it. Such is what we know in the North. But what do I know of this desert that stretches as far as the eye can see? And what would bring two towers of savagery down from the cold to stare at this bare boned place? The carcasses of dragons stretch out for miles. What happened? When has there ever been a time when dragons proliferated this earth? And what of these giants because they dwarf what we call giants today. Perhaps Surt is more than a story to keep kids up at night wondering.
Ahhh I am no bard so I cannot sing such praises for my companion. All I can tell you is that beware where you step in the desert the sea is not the only place containing monsters.