"Brother? You've got a brother?" the current Grandour asked, and Eisen nodded his head with a smile, "Yep. And to be honest, he's not the only sibling I have. Though, I don't remember them at this time, I know they exist. My father took multiple wives over his lifetime. Giants live quite long, after all," the old man explained. He stood up and walked toward the window at the side of the room, which faced the statue that was holding up the roof of the mountain.
"I was the oldest. And obviously, the one that left the greatest mark in history, but if they're all like my brother and I, then I doubt their achievments were anything to scoff at either. Silber, specifically, found himself close to nature. To all living things. And as such, he chose to learn from them. And amongst them is-"
"A mountain gobbler," the Irngrad repeated, "So it really was that..?"
