Shyly, you gaze at kids you once regarded as annoying little children step onto the boats. To think you had been shrunked down to their pitiful size, and were scared to even approach them now.
"What are you doing standing there boy? Gotta get you'all on one of these boats" grunts a gruff, yet warming voice. You turn around swiftly. A huge, pot-bellied man with a thick beard, menacing arms, and black, beady eyes bores down upon you.
At first, you assume its a Mylandian, since the giant clearly stood over seven feet high. You let out a slight gasp, remembering how those soldiers beat on you as a concentration camp inmate in the other world.
"Don't be scared, I'm here to take you to the Great Hall." Hesistating, you walk over and join him on one of the boats. "Everybody in? Right then--FORWARD!!"
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