The muscle man

After about 1/4 mile you see ahead of you the path leads to the door of a well-maintained wooden hut; piles of logs are drying in an open-sided shed to one side.  A few chickens scratch in the dirt outside a chicken-coop.

The hut is dome shaped and has a single window and door.

Approaching cautiously, through the window you catch sight of a large, very muscular bronze-skinned man, bare-chested, flexing his arm muscles as he talks to somebody out of sight:

"None can match my strength!  I am the mightiest..."

He doesn't seem to have noticed your approach.