“Weaver? What sort of name is that?” The boy smirked out of one corner of his mouth and felt cautiously at ease with the hulking behemoth.
“Couldn't say. Me mother was a giantess as you could probably tell.” Weaver laughed again slapping his knee. He was a joyful sort and as the boy observed the giant he could not see a mean feature anywhere on his face. It was curious to see such a wild and giant creature so domesticated though the boy had been surprised by a great many things as of late. Almost nothing should come as a surprise.
“And your father, was he a giant too?” Hakon asked with genuine curiosity.
“My father? No, my father was just a very large man who happened to like large women.” Weaver burst into laughter again and began to cough. He reached for another barrel of mead this ti
