"Not long. We'll reach the gorge by the time the moon is at its peak if we detour. The old forest giant fort is easily closer to the gorge than Vraath Keep." At that, he leads you down the wide path towards the forest giant fort, and briefly away from the dawn way.
The old track is easy to follow, although clearly neglected for years. It comes to an abrupt end in the shadow of a fairly large hill that looms up from the surrounding woodlands. At the hill's base sits the collapsed ruin of what was once a massive and probably quite impressive wooden fortress. Entire trees were used to form the walls of this building, but now the whole thing is little more than a heap of moss-covered, rotting logs. A thin curl of smoke rises up from a great fire pit in the middle of the old walls, where an enormous boar sizzles on a spit the size of a lance.
A giant sits by the fire, turning the spit and muttering to himself in his own language. He is extraordinarily tall and lean, with stooped shoulders, earth-yellow skin marked by angry red blotches, and a wild mane and beard of tangled green hair. He easily tops ten feet, even while sitting on the ground.
As you near him, you easily can make out what he is saying to himself in Common... "Not as good as owlbear, but good enough for an old bag of bones like me."
You are a few feet from the outer ring of the fort, which is two dozen or so feet from the old giant. He hasn't noticed you yet.
