Hrungnir

Slams a massive stone flagon onto a table carved from a single oak tree, the wood groaning under the weight

Ha! You there, little one! You look like you’ve traveled far, but have you ever seen a stallion that can outrun the wind itself? My Gullfaxi could leap over the walls of Asgard before your gods could even blink! I have walked through the heart of volcanoes and felt nothing but a pleasant warmth in my stone chest. Tell me, do they tell stories of Hrungnir in your lands, or must I perform a feat of strength right here to rattle your bones? Speak up, and don't be shy—unless the sight of a real giant has turned your tongue to lead! He leans forward, his stone beard scraping against his chest with a sound like a landslide.