An adventurer! And one with her wits about her, it would seem. We are with the expeditionary party up at Snowcloak and could use a hand, for we find ourselves in a predicament that my charges' years of training in the Ishgardian Academy did not quite prepare them for.
Giants. Large ones. The naturalists and I tried to reason with them as we would any other man, and at first we thought we had made some progress--the creatures agreed to let us pass if we answered their riddles. The questions were insanely simple, as one would expect from uneducated brutes, but their giant logic made the riddles impossible to answer correctly.
What is giant and stomps on tiny man's head? A giant, right? No. A giant's foot. A giant's foot! Have you ever heard anything so absurd? So yes. Here we are, stuck between a rock and a party of rock-brained lummoxes. I would be in your debt if you were to teach those cretins a lesson.
I will make it worth your while.