"He said not to touch anything." Genevieve said, for those who can't speak Giant.

Rasa will translate the instructions for his friends, and he will of course comply, though he will fly around the room to view all the curios; not from a scholarly perspective, as it's unlikely he'd know what any of it was, but more to enjoy the aesthetics of such a collection.

Derrikoth looks around the room uncomfortably, "I don't suppose we'll have to fight, though it doesn't seem right to just leave giants wandering around when they're right in front of us."

"There are cultures of people who would say the same about Dragonborn, I must assume, yes?" the birdman will shout from a distance as he flutters around the high-ceilinged room.

Derrikoth looks surprised, "Well, I've never heard anything like that, but I suppose there are some crazy cultures out there."

In short order, the stony gray giant returns. Following him are two taller giants, a male and a female. These ones are of fairer skin, and both have poofy blue hair. Besides being bigger than the gray giant, they wear long, rich-looking robes. Their upper faces are covered by exquisite masks made of gold and silver, adorned with gemstones. The eyes of the masks are narrow, making them appear quizzical. 

In addition to their fine robes and masks, the female giant wears two bejeweled necklaces. The cultured apparel of this pair of giants is in stark contrast to the first giant's more coarse appearance. The gray giant stands aside, in deference to the regal couple.

"I am Count Nimbolo. You will tell us why you've come," says the big male giant, cautiously. "And how it is that you have made your way to our castle. We did not think you small folk could reach us all the way up here."

Nirzeg isn't even paying attention to much of the earlier conversation. Once he laid eyes on the scrolls and ancient tomes, the man began chewing his lips and hugging himself. Even Zeek joins in, albeit with more frantic pacing back and forth at the GIthyanki's feet. Unlike the master, he snaps too faster at the sound of approaching footsteps, and would try to hide behind one of the displays before the trio arrive on the setting.

Sneaky Zeek: 20.

(S/N: If there's any invisibilty sheninigans going around at any time, as a light reminder, Zeek can detect it.)

"Huh, wha?" He blinks owlishly. Then after turning to look up at the pair, lets out a long whistle. "Sure make'm big.... *cough*... A giant that speaks the lowland tongues with some posh. Not bad, Count Nim. Name's Nirzeg. I'll leave the rest of these.... kind... folk..." Nirzeg shudders as if disgusted at using the combination. "To introduce themselves. And frankly speaking, we come on behalf of the leader of the city more or less.... ya know, the city you've kindly decided to park over? Yeah, that one. And to make a long story short, to find out why among a few other things." It is with that, he looks to Derrikoth and the rest of his more refined(linguistically speaking) party members. "These four can explain things a bit better tho'."

Derrikoth stands forward proudly, speaking in Giant, "I am Lord Derrikoth Toknal. and these are my allies. We have come to... er… ascertain why you  have come. Do you have ill will towards the city of Waterdeep?"

“I see,” says the cloud giant count. He quickly switches his mask with another, just as ornate but far calmer in design—the gems are laid in smooth lines, and golden “eyelashes” rest easily against the brow. The switching of masks was done so fast that you could have easily missed it.

 The female, presumably the “Countess,” remains quiet and keeps her original mask.

 “You can be at ease, if your concern is the safety of your city,” the count says. “We bear no ill will, unlike that vile Sansuri. Our goal is to map and explore.”

"That is, err, quite a relief." Rasa bows his head a bit as a showing of respect. "Pero, I would be lying if I said this name--Sansuri--didn't pique my interest. Mis compañeros have seen giants moving very aggressively against us, how you say, "small folk," and are mucho interested in learning more about why."

Nirzeg quirks a brow at the news, and would wordless begin studying Volo's Guide, searching agian for the Giant's section. While he freely acknowledged the possibility of paranoia simply playing at the heartstrings, the better safe than sorry mentality won out. He would on occasion glance up to keep an eye on the mood. But would more often than not be reliant on a spying Zeek to keep him updated on matters.

The female giant keeps her eyes on you, distant and aloof, while Count Nimbolo leans in as he relays the story to you.

“The evil Countess Sansuri roams the skies above what you now call the Savage Frontier, searching for a lost trove of dragon magic. She wishes to gain power so as to conquer all of you little ones, but she will more likely meet a fatal end at the hands of some dragon. Such is the fate of all who mingle with dragons.”

The stone giant castellan, who is listening intently, nods in agreement at Nimbolo’s words. The female cloud giant remained unmoved.

“As to the reasons behind the recent upheaval, is it possible you have not heard of the breaking of the ordning?” Nimbolo deftly switches his mask to one that appears astonished, with great big gemstones set over the eyes.

Derrikoth nods sagely as Count Nimbolo talks about dragons, "Truly dragons are fearsome creatures. None can stand up to them, and it would be wise for most to run from a place where a dragon wishes to fly. We have not heard of the breaking of the ordning, though I wonder how such a thing can even be broken."

"This condesa, Sansuri--is she, err, like you both? Or is she a different kind of giant? And lo siento, I have only un pocamente understanding of this 'Ordning,' and I know not what it means for it to break. Is this something mis companeros and I might be able to help with?"

 "I actually have one mention of the Ordining here. No... two or three, actually.." Nirzeg comments on, but without looking up from his book. "Though it does provide little clarity, other than hinting at it being a... binding belief system... force... manner govering among the giants-...?" He glances up on that last point to see if was at least close on any point, before again return to his book. "In either case, we were adjacently warn of increase activity at the official start of things, and to seek out clarity on that.... which have provided."

Nirzeg again peeks his head up above the rim of his book long enough to creepily smile at the countess. "Which we are most thankful for, as it makes our job easier." Once back with his nose in the book, he goes on to say, "Honestly, my money was on this Harshnag fellow having played a lead road in shi--things being a sorta rebel going by the records I dug up. But, something tells me that your gonna tell us that I'm a fair bit off the mark there. Because short of assassinating whoever's top dogs among your people, that chowderhead's only small potatoes."

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Derrikoth nods sagely as Count Nimbolo talks about dragons, "Truly dragons are fearsome creatures. None can stand up to them, and it would be wise for most to run from a place where a dragon wishes to fly. We have not heard of the breaking of the ordning, though I wonder how such a thing can even be broken."

 The count puts on an angry mask and booms back at Derrikoth, "Dragons are treacherous worms!" He then switches to a calmer mask, and says, "I know your kind, and that you are new to this world, so I will forgive your ignorance. Let a dragon assault this keep, and we will SHOW you the might of the cloud giants."

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"This condesa, Sansuri--is she, err, like you both? Or is she a different kind of giant? And lo siento, I have only un pocamente understanding of this 'Ordning,' and I know not what it means for it to break. Is this something mis companeros and I might be able to help with?"

The female cloud giant scoffs and speaks up for the first time, in jotun. <Nimbolo! Tell these smallfolk thieves that the cloud giants do not need their assistance. It is a ludicrous notion that ones like these could even understand the Ordning, let alone help to restore it.> She still wears her quizzical-looking mask.

Nimbolo holds his hand up gently towards his wife and replies in the same language. <Please, Mulara, the small ones are our guests. That means they deserve our hospitality.> He turns to you, and gently continues in Common, "I apologize; my wife has reservations against your kind. But you needn't fear. You were accepted as guests into our home, and that means you are to be given good will while inside these walls."

"Sansuri is indeed a cloud giant like us, but of a different clan. Her castle is actually very similar to this one. But you would not be as welcome there, I should think. Now, that having been said, my wife has a point. Your understanding is limited in scope, and your little minds can only comprehend so much. I believe that restoring the Ordning is an order of magnitude well above your capabilities! Leave it to us giants; Annam will smile on us sooner or later. We will fix things in due time, and you will be allowed to live in peace once more." He finishes with a smile.

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 "Honestly, my money was on this Harshnag fellow having played a lead road in shi--things being a sorta rebel going by the records I dug up. But, something tells me that your gonna tell us that I'm a fair bit off the mark there. Because short of assassinating whoever's top dogs among your people, that chowderhead's only small potatoes."

 "Harshnag?" The count stops. "What do you know of Harshnag?"

Nirzeg is slow to answer, and seems almost surprised for a moment upon noting the count's attention. "Huh? Ah. A small minded one got'cha interested, eh?" He said sarcastically. "Well, we know -- well, -I- know anyways that he got the title 'Harshnag the Grim'. He's a big ****er fer a Frost Giant. Apparently killed a White Dragon at some point, and turned him into a hat. Not... well liked among the other Frosties, to say the least. Earned himself a fancy Greataxe, Gurt's Greataxe, whoever the **** the was, at some point, and... said to like ranging the Nether Mountains."

Nirzeg frowns at that last part, but only shakes his head after a moment of thought. "All that, and he made his home in Mount Sar -- Which speaking of! Got any idea where that is by chance?" 

"You certainly are an uncouth one! How droll." The cloud giant count considers for a moment, then reaches into a pouch by his side and produces an expertly drawn but incomplete map. He unrolls it, as big as 4 dinner tables, and places it in front of you. It is a map of the surrounding area, though there are still some parts missing. 

"Mount Sar is here," he says, pointing just north of Waterdeep. "Easy enough to find."

The giant stretches and yawns. "We will retire now, so it is time for you to return home. You may use the cloud-stairs. Steinross will show you the way." The stone giant steps forward dutifully, ready to escort you out.

"Oh, yes, one more thing," says Count Nimbolo. "When our mapping and studies are complete, we will leave for other destinations. Until then, please, tell your griffon-riding friends to stay clear of our castle. We are keeping our own flying creatures in their aviaries for now, but I would hate for an incident to occur. Our children so love to play with their pets." 

Rasa bows deeply. In giant: "Our sincerest apologies, lady Mulara. We mean no intrusion, and I can assure you we are not thieves. Should you or master Nimbolo require any help at all, please let us know. We have crossed paths with Fire Giants digging up ancient mithral in Triboar--I can assure you we are quite capable. Our biggest interest is just keeping the smallfolk safe."