The rough rope cut deeply into Ryan's flesh, causing a burning sting with every shake. He was being carried like a chicken by two giants who were more than three stories tall, with his feet off the ground and swinging feebly.
The wind whistled past my ears, bringing with it the unique coldness of the mountain tops.
He was escorted to the center of the tribe, a simple square made of boulders. A huge totem pole burned in the center, and the flames shot into the sky, casting the shadows of the surrounding giants with their teeth and claws dancing.
Dozens of giants gathered in a circle, sitting or standing, each exuding a wild and powerful aura.
"Intruder, kneel down!"
The giant who was escorting him roughly threw him to the ground.
