A "Bridge Troll" emerges

From the right of your peripheral vision a blur emerges from underneath the small creek bridge.

Simultaneously, a bamboo staff collides with your temple in a painful-SMACK!

Leaping backwards, you knock against Able Master as the two of you retreat from the bridge.

"OOOWWWWW! WHAT THE FUCK! That kind of hurt."

You grasp at the small red mark on your face. Doesn't seem too bad.

Crouched in front of you and your horse buddy, with a bamboo staff menacingly in the attack position, a short 5'4 asian-looking girl stands ready to attack in what can only be described as tribal clothes.

A tight Cheeta-spotted top covers small B-cup breasts while the sideways stance she has taken reveals a tight, bubbly ass penetrated by a rope-like thong which divides both large butt cheeks. Her butt cheeks look both smooth and shiny. She has a very pretty (yet mad) face.

She looks like some small, angry amazonian Vietnamese whore.

"No one cross my bridge without paying toll!" She yells, brows furrowed.

Next to you, Able Master snorts. "Fucking Bridge Troll whores. They are so annoying."

"What?"

Your horse nods at the small asian. "In the wilderness almost every bridge you come across has one of these small suckers hiding underneath. They almost never let you across without giving them something in return"

He snorts again.

"It's pretty damn annoying when you are in a hurry. Let's just hope this one is friendly, she is pretty fucking hott."

You turn back to this little warrior who is supposed to be a troll.

"So. OK. What's the deal, lady."