A huge mesa that climbs miles into the sky. It is composed of a rusty orange sandstone. Vultures are constantly seen swooping in and around the clouds that surround the mesa. It has steep cliffs that are nigh unclimbable.
Towering Mesa, Desert
stinging scorpion
vulture
I am a carrion bird. I soar above, waiting for you to die or be dead, then I eat you.
I do, I have for some time. I've never seen you before though despite soaring far above. Do you know if giants come through here often? I've seen no giants but to me everything looks as small as you from as high as I normally fly. That's a relief. I've been looking for a new home, a place free of giants. I believe it would be nice for giants to make the mesa their home. All the more meat for me when they die. Yes, I imagine you'd benefit greatly. But everywhere I've gone, they've destroyed my home. I have no appreciation for them. But you are a scorpion that is no doubt poisonous, why not just sting them? I must sting them in self-defense. I prefer not to kill but sometimes I must. Say... vulture, I have a proposition for you. If I were you I'd kill all the giants, and then I can feast! You do? You spoke my thoughts exactly! I live here, kill the encroaching giants, and you eat. Does that sound like a good deal? Sounds like the perfect plan, best friend's indeed. What an excellent arrangement.