It was tiny, five fingers tall, and round, with a blue cap perched jauntily atop a bald head. It was clothed in tiny red breeches, blue boots, green tunic, yellow waistcoat, and a broad blue belt held its breeches up around a fat stomach. Its face reddened under the scrutiny, a button-nose twitching. Bright blue eyes darted. Small hands grasped the cage, shaking the bars.
Torrullin, a smile tugging at his mouth, released the catch. Thundor stepped out, dramatically straightening clothes and then smoothed a hand over his stomach. He twisted his head, all the while watching everyone. It took real courage to appear amid giants, but he was so cocksure no one saw how his tiny heart caused him distress. Finally he stood, hands clasped behind his back, a foot tapping.