Tulle was tired, but he was happy, for he had caught a deer after a long hunt. Of course, ”caught” might not be the right word here. Trolls hunt by stalking their prey, staying still as if made of stone, and suddenly leaping to pummel their target with their brutish trength. They are not complete simpletons though, they always carry a large bag with them to collect the pieces for easy transport.

Tulle thought about his wife and child. ”They will be so happy to see what I caught for them,” He thought, wiping his club on his pants.”We will eat good stew tonight.” Prey was getting scarcer. Must be the humans that some trolls have been seeing, he thought. From the west they came, that much he new. Some had spoken of them at the troll council. Maybe they scare the prey away. First those damn gnomes, and now humans come here too? Tulle just wanted to be left alone.