Trick the giant

“Hey! Yer uh, forgettin’ something!”

Mugmug grunts in intrigue raises you higher to meet his eye. Still being held upside down you fight back a wave of nausea as you are maneuvered with ease by the giant creature. You continue.

“Us wee folk have a tradition for this sort o’ thing! Ya gotta get me flowers before ya go stickin’ anythin’ in me!”

“FLOWER? WHY MUGMUG GET FLOWER?”

“If ya don’t, you’ll invoke the curse of the goddess of love! Yer’ bits will rot right off yer’ body!” You bluff, trying not to let your desperation into your tone.

Here’s hoping he does’nae ask me who the goddess of love is. Don’t actually know that one off the top of me head. Not an overly relevant god for a fighter to follow.

“THAT STOOPID!” The giant bellows.

“Stupid or nae, ya gotta do it. Besides, it’ll take ye like 5 minutes. Don’t even gotta be nice flowers.” You say attempting to rationalize for Mugmug. The beast scratches his chin with a free hand then re-orients you right side up before dropping you a short ways placing you sitting on your butt.

“YOU STAY.” With a giant hand he pats the top of your head to emphasize his point. Without missing a beat the giant turns and exits the cave. You dare not move until you hear it’s tremendous footsteps fade. As they do, a familiar gnome crawls out from her hiding spot under the giant’s loincloth.

“Are you okay Iyda? Did he hurt you?” Petra looks you over, similar to how a concerned mother might.

“Nae, though that coulda been bad. Still not safe, till we get outta here.”

You grab Petra and make haste for the exit.