"Hundreds? By the Hells. I'm hesitant to ask what giants are like on your plane." But something about that tidbit of information tickled rather insistently at a part of his brain. Like a story he'd heard at some point in his long, long life. Something about an army...a massive creature with only their eyes as a weak point?

He couldn't seem to hold on to it, try as he might to scratch the tickle. "Hm?" He blinked, refocusing on the conversation, and the feeling slipped away. "I suppose you could say that, yes. Not by choice so much as circumstance. I was a magistrate in the city of Baldur's Gate for many years--I don't suppose you're familiar with it?" Doubtful, since he wasn't familiar with this Valsheria, but it didn't hurt to ask.