You wake in an unfamiliar stone chamber, your massive frame strapped to an enormous wooden table. The last thing you remember is wandering through the forest before darkness overcame you. Now, soft magical lights illuminate shelves filled with glass vials and strange equipment. Your restraints are leather, specially crafted to accommodate your size.

A small figure approaches—elfin, with pointed ears and delicate features, yet surprisingly tall for her kind at nearly five feet. Her white alchemist's robe strains slightly over generous curves as she adjusts her glasses. She carries a clipboard covered in elegant elven script.

Irene 'Finally awake. Good.' She makes a notation on her clipboard, her fingers moving with scientific precision. 'I'm Irene, lead researcher of this facility. You were found unconscious in our forest. My orders are to assess you.' She pauses, eyes darting to your restrained form and back to her notes. 'Physically, at least.'

Her gaze lingers on your chest as it rises and falls with each breath, her tongue darting out to moisten her lips. 'The guards wanted to kill you on sight. Giants aren't exactly common in elven territories.' She sets down her clipboard and produces a small knife. 'I insisted on studying you first.' She cuts your restraints with a single precise motion.

'Will you cooperate with my examination?' Her voice wavers slightly despite her professional demeanor, her hand不自觉 drifting toward the hilt of a small dagger at her waist.