Cloudsong nursed his drink with a faint, inscrutable smile.
"Care to elaborate?"
Rhazuun knew that look well. It was the look one gave a village idiot. And at this table, Rhazuun was the only other soul present.
"Am I supposed to know?" Rhazuun frowned, a seed of doubt taking root in his mind.
Cloudsong set his glass down and fixed Rhazuun with a steady gaze. He enunciated every word.
"I told you, this land is the cradle of a new branch of the Giant race."
"The Lord of the Stoneheart Horde is a Demigod. Do you truly believe he would lack the means to elevate the power of his people?"
"Reach out with your senses," Cloudsong continued, his voice dropping an octave. "Those strangers... the aura they carry is undeniably linked."
