I was a kid, not a child. [ He was what, eighteen? ] Anyway, I just threw a grenade at it.

[ He's not so great at this storytelling. His training is all in leaving out the details, not filling them in all pretty. But he realizes Hawke might not know what a grenade is, so he's quick to add— ]

That's… like a bomb, I guess, small enough to throw. There's supposed to be a bunch of different kinds of giants. The frost giants live in the cold. They don't like being blown up.