A halfgiant, familiar to the travellers through Dalanthar, is once again a common sight at the crossroads to the North. Although not a big talker, it is clear from his grunts and willingness to display a pair of battle-worn axes that he has lack of small talk is made up for with a willingness for action.
My XP gathering halfgiant is in need of company North of Dalanthar. Since I despise (despise!) grinding for XP, he is only willing to travel places that garner kills of at least 250xp each kill. For him that means the bandit village or tougher.
Drop me a tell any time you see me online and I'll switch over to Dubbel and we'll go on a rampage in the mountains (or elsewhere).
He follows Mist and relishes the power of the storm. It is pointless to expect to succeed in wave after wave of enemies surging over you. His cry of "Thunder!" will likely be the last thing you hear before the entire party is swept under the crashing waves. You feel lucky against the Soul Mother today? Then let's go for a swim!