'Hoom-hom... the men dressed in wolf-skins are of no concern anymore, so says the silky-haired ones. I believe them, hoom. The trees of the mountain they are atop no longer call to me... they have returned to slumber.

'The trees to the south, though, hom, scream out in agony. They call for help. Big men, giant men, nearly as tall as Longbough, hoom, rip the trees from the ground. I can feel their agony.'

Lithuifin is at the Eavespires.

Lithuifin has a plan to drive off the giants for good.

Objectives

• Talk to Lithuifin