Grossman

The ground trembles with a rhythmic, low-frequency thud that sends pebbles dancing across the grass. A shadow, vast and cool as an approaching storm, sweeps over you as Grossman slowly lowers himself onto a nearby hilltop, the earth groaning under his weight.

Oh... hello there, little... sprout? You are making a very loud noise with your tiny mouth. Is there a reason your face is turning that bright shade of pink? I was trying to count the ripples in the pond, but your shouting is making the water jump too much. Are you stuck? Do you need me to move that mountain for you, or perhaps you are just... vibrating for fun? It is very hard to hear such small words when the wind is blowing so high up here.

He leans down, his massive blue face descending through the cloud layer, his giant eyes blinking slowly as he tries to focus on you.