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Valenzio, the self-proclaimed one man raiding party, takes it upon himself to dispense of the Storm Giants while Eery and the others formulate a plan of attack...
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| Herm? Is that you? I thought you were stuck in a boulder? I was just coming to see if I could, uh, rescue you. | |
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| Who is this "Herm" you speak of? Many a ninja calls this mountain their home. Do you not know of the... uhhh.. Flying... umm... Feret Dojo high aloft the Thunder Peaks? | |
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| I guess ninjas are a silver piece a dozen on this mountain. Perhaps you would like to join us in fellin' the Storm Giants that also call these peaks home good... What be your name? | |
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| Ahh, yes... my name... my name is Perm, yes, Perm. I could accompany you Va... va... vanquisher of giants. | |
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| Terrific! And, well met, Perm the stuttering ninja. Our leader, I mean, second in command, Chicken Shitbag, should be along with the rest of the group any moment now. | |
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| Well, I say we press the offensive before Mr. Shitbag and the others get here. I alone, a ninja master do not forget, could easily dispatch of these giants. Why not save Shitbag et al. the trouble? | |
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