One of the giants sniffed the air. The being looked at its twin with a look of curiosity on its face. "Brother, you not smell that smell?" It said I a voice that was loud and booming enough to cross miles. The other one looked at its so called brother for a second and sniffed the air. "Yes brother, it not smell like you but do not see it. What you think?" The first one grumbled not having any real answer. Off in the distance sat a rusty old gate by their lair. It was beaten and battered, showing signs of mideval design suggesting It was nearby one of the ever so slightly more modern rings. It seemed inconvienent for such strange creatures to create a den so close to this door to another time.