We saw the sons of Anak, (the descendants of the Nephilim) there, and we were like grasshoppers in our own eyes.
                                 - Numbers 13:33

    Jubal, son of Lamech looked over the desert at the edge of his oasis.  His sharp eyes picked out a caravan in the distance.  They were coming froma nother oasis, perhaps even the one that his brother Tubal-Cain worked his wonders at.  Jubal played the lyre, and the flute, both of which he had lovingly carved from the hardwoods available from the east.  However, Tubal-Cain had been able to reinforce the lyre with metal banding along the spine, giving it a far better sound.  Jubal had made Tubal-Cain promise to send such a sheath for his flute as soon as possible with one of the caravans.

    The caravan was close enough to see the Nephil guards that came fore and rear before Jubal rose to extend the hospitality of the oasis.  Those guards always made him nervous, but they had to have some effect on the bandits that were beginning to infiltrate the trade routes as well.  The giants stood over 6 cubits, with pale skin that should have been blistered red in the fierce sunlight.  As far as Jubal could tell however, they appeared cool and at ease with the world.  Quickly, Jubal sought out the trade master of the caravan.  "Has my brother Tubal-Cain sent anything with you?"

    The caravan master laughed, "So impatient, young one.  You have not even reached your first hundred years.  See, though, I do have something from your brother has sent you.  His work is held in such high regard that he must favor you greatly to spend so much time on this thing you want."