From the Journal of Yasten Nombesmar, Mayor of Crewtowns, 15th Felsite 190
Disaster!
I've only been mayor for a short while, and already there's a crisis! Those lazy b*stards haven't even found me any quecameda yet, and now we have a giant on our doorstep. Well, mustn't panic, so I ordered everyone inside, could hear the damn thing approaching quite clearly. Ugly brute, parading up and down in the nude.
It came to a halt a fair way from the walls, apparently watching us, and I wracked my brains for a solution.
Just then I noticed some idiot bumbling around outside the walls with a load of stone.
"Rigoth, you fool!" I shouted. "Get inside, giant! Drop that stone and get in here, you stupid cow!"
But she was squinting at something in the distance. At first I thought she was just staring at the giant in terror, but then she turned towards the fort, waving a hand and shouting something.
"What?!" I yelled back, feeling a little hoarse-being mayor isn't all nice offices and cabinets, I'm learning- and she called again, I heard her this time: "Caravan! An elven caravan!"
By Limar, this should be amusing.
From the Journal of Yasten Nombesmar, Mayor of Crewtowns, 22nd Felsite 190
So much for a disaster. The giant must have a brain as small as his feet are large! The fool's been chasing a bloody cavy pup around in circles for hours, pausing only to crush a dog and a donkey that got too close, ignoring the elves and the wuradi who just arrived. I had planned to let the elves distract the thing while we rushed out and hacked at its knees, but as he'll probably be there a while I let a couple of merchants in.