Germanicus, it appeared, was unarmed. There were no weapons on the belt across his midsection. He'd come to them only with his bare hands, the loose-fitting shirt that he wore, and a long kilt over his giant hairy legs, and yet, Tavar had no doubt that if it did come to blows, all three of them together would have been no match for him. He was a creature entirely out of this realm, and with a great amount of horror, Tavar was forced to realize just how much stronger Germanicus had become.
"…Where is your crown, King Germanicus?" Tavar asked instead. Germanicus' long braided brown hair sat empty. There were beads in the braids of his beard, but that seemed to be as close to jewellery that he came.
"Annoying," Germanicus said, by way of explanation, messing up his hair with his giant hands at the thought of it, he pulled himself back outside the door, and growled. "This is annoying too. Talking to you through the door. Outside. We speak here."
