The town was surrounded by a wall made of bones and wood lashed together. It seemed all the buildings were made with animal parts and skins for walls and ceilings. Instead of wood beams they were lashed bones in the shape of yurts and tents. Men and women all walked around carefully as Dad walked into the town. Cindy flew down to the ground and everyone greeted her warmly.

All the homes were almost to the chest of Dad and she smiled that he was going to be so powerful. The curious feeling of wonder filled her as she expected what was all going to be different. It only took a few materials for Cindy to craft the three sets of gear she had grinded for that let her absorb all the spell runes she had so far. The fact that you built a spell by effect, shape, and cost had been super easy to learn.

Everyone nodded at Cindy before looking up at the giant with her. Their eyes flashing as they identified him and the mumbling of everyone talking made Cindy’s ears burn. “His name is Dad? Who names someone like that?” and “What’s with that name. What if I want to call my pa?”

Cindy led Dad through the town to the smith that made all the gear. It didn’t matter if it was cloth or steel or bone. This world made crafting super easy and so many people in this world had the skills to make anything.

Cindy called out, “Dark Smith! I’m back!”

“Oh if it isn’t my favorite customer. I don’t see many Beast Slayers coming through town. All the tennies I get from your pockets keep me well fed. What can I help you with today?” Mr. Dark stood up and wiped his hands on his apron. The always burning piece of metal sat on his anvil perfectly balanced with his hammer ready to keep shaping the metal forever. When she asked about it he said it fought the boredom away and made the skill never degrade. Her skill never did but maybe it was different for natives.

“This is Dad, he just beat a Boroclops and we need to see what he can make with the materials.” Cindy gestured up towards her dad.

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“Dad, that is a strange name. Who knows about these Giants.” Mr. Dark looked up at Dad and whistled. “I hope things work the same for them.”

“Wouldn’t you know?” Dad asked, his voice almost shaking the dirt.

“I ain’t never made anything for a Giant. Why don’t you take a seat and I’ll bring up the menu by looking at your inventory.” Mr. Dark felt the ground shake as the giant sat down. He walked up and leaned forward, his eyes flashing. Then he walked back to the anvil stroking his chin. “Looks like I can make a helmet for you with the hides and tusk. The eye is good for a chest piece but you need the skull and a few more hides. Gives the Boroclops Charge lvl 1 skill.” Mr. Dark sat behind his anvil and started striking the metal again. “Fifty tennies and I’ll whip it up. Want to make the deal?”

Before Dad could respond Cindy spoke up, “What is the Boroclops charge skill. My choice didn’t have that.”

“Looks like giants get a different set of skills. The skill costs 10 stamina. Strength versus toughness, whoever has it higher is stunned for one second. Ten extra damage as well as a dash involved.” Every sentence was punctuated by the clanging of metal.

“We will take it! Dad, confirm the purchase,” Cindy demanded.

Dad looked down at it all with a look of confusion on his face, “Shouldn’t I save it? What if the chest piece is better? Do you have the materials for me to make both?”

“You can’t give people materials like that. It’s not how it works. Everyone earns things for themselves, you have to have special gear in order to become a smith and then you can be given materials temporarily to craft them. It is just how the world works now get it going, we have so much to cover today.” Cindy was tapping one of her feet and staring at her dad.

“Fine, I’ll take the boar helmet.” Motes of light flew out of him into Dark’s hands and instantly he started to mix them together and smash them with a hammer. “That’s not going to make a helmet. He is hitting metal with a hammer not…”

“All done here you go!” A glowing orb started spinning in the air between them. It was about the size of Dad’s head already.

Inside the orb was a helmet. Two ear flaps hung down and looked like the shaggiest part of the Boclops, along the brow were one single tusk protruded from the center like a curled horn of an oni. There was no top to the helmet and it looked more like a circlet with the ears and horn. She watched as her dad reached out and touched the orb. Light materialized around his head and the helmet was equipped. “That is making and putting on a helmet. All other armor does that too. You can change armor at the armory box near the town gate. I have to swap my equipment so I’ll show you.”

“You can’t just change in the middle of the street!” Yelped her dad.

“No one will see anything, it's instant and you get coated in light. You can’t be naked unless you’re in bed. It's part of the world. Now come on, it's time to look at the farm!”

Cindy felt her heart clench.