When you think it can't get any worse, there is a strangely familiar thundering noise, and into the clearing l

When you think it can't get any worse, there is a strangely familiar thundering noise, and into the clearing lumbers none other than the hill giant Munguk... and from the smell of it, he's definitely been drinking. He stands behind the feral goblin king, his huge club of at the ready and gives a low rumble, then snarls, pounding his chest.