Giant drops his gaze to his hands, some of the color draining from the bark of his face. He nods his heads and it's clear he's struggling a little to find the words. Finally, he mutters, "The plants. The entire garden is filled with living plants that move and tangle and snare. Worse than the brambles. I remember when I escaped, the screaming of the crow bushes trying to alert The Gardener." Giant shakes his head as he relives the memory of his escape. He swallows and adds, "The only reason He didn't get to me in time is I had spiked His drink to the point that He was barely conscious.
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Anne reaches over and places a comforting hand on Giant's shoulder. The others listen on solemnly.