"King Nagakin, can we trust a human?" Amon questioned his King.
The King of the Frost Giants looked up at his most trusted advisor, then he turned to look at all his subordinates that followed him to the negotiation.
All around him were Frost Giants.
Most of them didn't have armor and were regular Frost Giant warriors, but a sizeable number of them wore armor and wielded powerful ice weapons, these were the elite Frost Giant warriors of his kingdom.
At this moment, they camped in the open very close to the portal. This was where the last negotiation with the Clown Society was made.
King Nagakin was a burly Frost Giant, bigger than the others and also looked stronger. His horn was armed with a golden ancient armor covering, his frosty beards were long and fierce, overall, he looked like a boss character.
He turned his head to look at his most trusted advisor again.
"Amon, I've spoken with the Clown, I know his type".
