It was always a quick contrast in people behavior above ground when compared to Havlin, as one group of people worshiped him and the other feared him due to his massive size. With each step people parted for the giant as he made his way through the market, people all around stopping to stare as browsed for a suitable gift for his children. The three had been forbidden to leave their underground home, each of them not quite old enough to explore the world above despite their desire to do so. It was for this very reason that they had begged Halos to bring them something form above, risking the wraith of their father for mere trinkets.  Shive that smartest of the three had suggested that he go and gather books or other artifacts that could be used to advance Havlin society. Surely, he would find some sort of gift for his children such a search.

    And that is how Halos found himself searching for some sort of trinket for his children, their coming-of-age celebration was also right around the corner as well and as such he knew he could not afford to give a subpar gift for the three. Normally he would get Flame howl a weapon, Shiva always loves art of some kind, and his final son was always loved rare material for his forge. He avoided giving gifts to them normally, not wanting them to grow spoiled or weak. No each gift was a treasure that his children had earned, an item to mark an event where they had made Halos proud to call them his children. As such they strived to impress him often, each of the three trying to outdo the other as they competed for his affection. 

    "Now, perhaps I should start with Flamehowel's gift" He muttered out loud to himself, his deep voice carrying a fair distance despite his attempt and staying somewhat quiet. His newfound experience as a temporary mortal had given him a small bit of sympathy to those much smaller than himself, but only a very small bit.