"These wooden and stubborn things simply don't understand what art and comfort are. Every time I visit, I can smell a nauseating earthy scent emanating from this giant castle."
In the spacious and bright reception hall of the Stone Giant's castle, a gaunt man with cloudy eyes full of disgust spat on the carpet, his face full of impatience as he said, "Making me wait so long, I think the good days of the Stone Giants are over."
With that, the gaunt man shook his vibrant Robe of Flames, glanced at the two Stone Giant attendants at the door, and barked sharply, "Hurry up and urge your useless masters, I have no time to waste here!"
Hearing the words, the two young Stone Giant attendants made no response, merely nodded silently and were about to turn and leave.
"You bastards, how dare you put on a grim face before me?"
The gaunt man's face turned grim, and he slapped heavily on the armrest of the chair.
