"I'm good," Torman says as he brushes himself off and collects himself after being so rudely shoved into the bag. 

"I could use a bit of a pick-me-up..." Kat says, looking a bit bedraggled as she pushes her way out from inside the bag. She glances to the massive giants with a bit of hesitation, then looks around the chamber. "Why are you aiding us?" She finally says as she turns back to the giants.

Duncan:

Looking darkly at the huge bag he just took a ride in with a tangle of other bodies, Duncan quips, “I’ve had all the pick-me-ups I need for today,” though he quickly adds, “But I wouldn’t say no to some healing of the gash that Wyvern inflicted on me.”

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The much prettier than usual female giant reaches into a pouch brings out a giant sized flask Much to large to be carried leans over and lays it on the seat next to you then brings out a small bundle of hollow reeds. Her feminine but deep voice resonates "It should be enough, Drink."  then she goes about her business. Sitting in a chair across from the one you're in. A nine foot tall by 20ft wide coffee table inbetween. You estimate you're about 15ft from the icy floor. A couple of what you think are cows or some similar beast are on a spit roasting above a fire. She watches you while you drink the concoction then picks up a book written in Giant and starts reading. Reaching over grabbing a cart of vegetables, dumping it into a pot.

  Roll 10d4+20 Healing

(Sorry no bamboo umbrella) 

Duncan:

"My thanks," says Duncan, taking a short drink and suddenly feeling much better (only down 12 hit points, so will only take part of the roughly 50 points of healing available).

Kat healing: 44

(Will top off Kat as well, not sure who needs the rest of that healing...)
"Yes, my thanks." Kat says with a nod to the female giant. She looks at the drop to the floor. "Are we suppose to wait here, or what now?" Her question is half to the giants half to her companions.

The Giantess shrugs "Within reason, Your free to do what you want. But I suppose." With a huge knife She turns cuts off a shank from one of the cows and lays it on your chair. " Blagothkus had a reason to give you too us. Course his reasoning has been strange since his wife died." she shoves a giant step stool to the edge of your seat.

Kat looks to her companions. "What are we wanting to accomplish here?" She asks. "Do we wait here to see what this other giant wants with us, or should we see about doing some looking around on our own?" She does not care if the current giants overhear what she says, so is making no attempt to be subtle or secretive with her questions.

"I think we should wait and see what this other giant Blagothkus wants with us," Torman says to Kat. "Although, we do need to figure out how to get that crown or whatever from the White Lady of the Castle."

Duncan:

”Ah, we are here to give tribute to the cult of the dragon in the form of these offerings,” says Duncan carefully, indicating the bags they carry, “But there is no reason we can’t see if we can help our giant hosts as well.”

Insight on the giant—allied to the cult and testing us, or truly not knowing what is going on:  6

with an 8 you think the Giantess seems genuine. From behind the book she chuckles 

"I guess the Kobolds spoke to you. They refer to a white dragon as the White Lady. She has a temporary lair here. I know of no crown."

Kat shrugs and takes a seat, her feet hanging over the cliff-like edge of the table. "Guess we wait then."

You hear outside "I've cleaned up the bodies Rezmier. You can go about your business. I'll have my ogres tend the Wyverns unless you want too appoint more grooms."  you then hear a muted voice reply 

Kat cocks her head at the sound of the voices, but cannot make out the muffled response to the giant. She swings her feet a bit as they dangle over the edge of the table, waiting for the giant to return.

Soon, what seemed to be a life time, no battle erupts and Blagothkus walks in the room stands there and looks at you. As if contemplating what to say. Or maybe waiting for you to say something.

"So why help us if you know we are not cultists?" Kat says with a raised eyebrow. "Seems counterproductive..."

"And how exactly do you know we are not cultists?" Torman asks Blagothkus. "What is going on here? Are you with the Harpers or one of the other factions? Why are you helping us?"

Duncan:

Watching with an impassive look on his face, Duncan wonders at those who until recently were pretending to be dragon worshippers pretending to be cultists pretending to be…perhaps someone he could ally with.  Not willing to tip his own hand, he responds…

”We have each, for our own reasons, come to this dragon’s lair with tribute, like proper dragon cultists should.  I would learn what is going on here before I risk revealing too much, Blagothkus,” says Duncan.  He stands calmly but alertly as he observes his comrades—some of whom he knows and some of whom he just met—and the giants—who seem to be hiding something from the cultists.