Investigating the hut reveals several clues. Its construction is so old that the wood is almost petrified. There are no signs that it has actually been lived in. The place has been ransacked, and valuable pieces of a small altar to Bahamut were removed. Several sets of very old but well preserved footprints on the floor include some that seem unusually large for a human, but too small for a giant.
A well, unnecessary due to the nearby lake, sits near the hut. Upon investigatng more closely and dropping a light, our heroes conclude that no water lies below. They begin connecting their ropes to begin a descent, but giant footsteps begin to shake the ground. Attempting to go into hiding with the rest doesn’t pan out for Virva, who hopes to speak to the giant with civility and diplomacy. She has no opportunity to do so; the blue frost giant roars and attacks on sight. Soon he finds himself overwhelmed by the party’s counterattacks and jumps off a small cliff. Crashing through the frozen surface of the lake, the giant escapes.
This time the climb down the well remains uninterrupted and simple. The shaft and tunnel below are entirely stone—unlikely for a water well! Extravagantly high and beautifully carved, the tunnel continues for distance, and light glows through it from beyond a curve. Walking cautiously through the tunnel, our heroes soon hear giant voices from ahead. Sayen makes herself invisible and scouts ahead. She reports that two giants lie between her friends and a poorly hidden door. The party prepare themselves, ready attacks, and suddenly attack the giants all at once. One giant soon runs for the door, while the other nearly dies. Virva stabilizes him in an attempt to ask questions, but the moment he comes to, he brushes aside her ministrations and cranes his neck towards the door, ignoring her words.
Our heroes move down the tunnel and through the door, leaving the giant conscious but incapacitated. They find themselves in an over sized kitchen—too big even for giants. A 16 foot tall creature would find this painstakingly crafted room spacious. Frescoes of draconic history line the upper walls. The giants have been using the space, leaving it filthy. Layers of dust leave the otherwise tidy pantry and shelves looking abandoned for a year, at least.
Peeking through the kitchen door to the immense ballroom garners the attention of the seven frost giants waiting there. They circle around the door, forming an impassable wall of bristling weapons. Virva asks if any of them speak Common. They look around at one another, then bring in their chief. Virva attempts to simply seek pardon for intruding on the giants’ territory, but it is clear that our heroes won’t escape that easily. She offers to provide food for all of them in the morning. All of the other giants look immediately to their chief, showing that they understand and that food is likely scarce. The annoyed chief doesn’t bite; what good is one day of food? He demands food for a month, and Virva accedes.