Dawn was breaking, but the night had not yet fully retreated over the Yar Continent, in the Emerald Gorge.

The chieftain of the Stone Giant tribe, with his hard and towering body, lay prostrate beneath the Golden Dragon. The resistance and defiance that had once marked his face had vanished completely. With the humility of a servant, he spoke:

"My lord, your will is the direction of my heart."

"Please give your orders at will, so that your servant may have the honor of serving you."