He has lived here for as long as he can remember. The days, months, even years all blur together into one big smear of life and memory; none of it really matters to the hulking brute. Gilgamesh lives where the weather is harshest, where the winds howl and the sun disappears for months. He only comes south when all signs of life vanish from the snowy mountains.

But, perhaps he will be lucky. He has a magic in mind, one that he wants, and this is the place to ask for it. 

OOC: Gil wants to ask to be a Frost Giant! Thank you