The giant sitting on the central stone chair didn't even turn his head.
He completely ignored the Zerith Chief's whining, treating his words like nothing more than a stray fly buzzing near his ear.
This giant was the Grand Chieftain of the Gray Marauders… the supreme leader of this entire four-thousand-man Coalition.
And true to his position, he was a colossal mountain of a man or maybe alien.
Standing nearly twenty feet tall, his upper body so wide and thick with muscle that he looked more like a gray boulder than a living being.
His skin was several inches thick and even then his body was covered in deep war scars.
He lay relaxed against his mammoth furs, casually ripping a massive chunk of raw meat off a six-horn bone with his thick yellow teeth, his eyes full of a lazy, heavy boredom.
Initially, when the Coalition was first formed, the two tribes had almost equal power inside the council huts.
