From the description: There once was a small enclave of goodly giants that lived in the mountains. They traded with the local villages and mostly kept to themselves. One day, one of their own came back with a terrible festering wound. Try as they might, they couldn't heal the infection. On the next full moon, the poor soul transformed into a lycan abomination and fled the enclave. Ever since, he's been terrorizing the local villages with a pack of werewolves. They strike at night when the moon is high in the sky and flee into the wilderness by dawn. He commands an army of wolves, dire and otherwise, and, if left unchecked, will wipe out every settlement this side of the peaks. The giants, fearing reprisals from the small folk, have put out a call for help.