She lets you go

The troll takes your possessions with a smile, and gestures for you to pass.

"It's a pleasure doing business with you," she says in atone dripping with sarcasm.

You grumble several obscenities under your breath as you walk away. The ground feels much less pleasant under your feet now that you're going barefoot.

You continue on your way, cursing your bad luck.

"At least things can't get any worse," you mutter out loud.

Naturally, as soon as the words escape your lips fate decides to prove you wrong. The previously sunny day quickly becomes cloudy, and soon a torrential rainstorm begins.

You sigh in a mixture of frustration and defeat and continue to trudge along the road, hoping it will soon pass.

Unfortunately for you, the rain doesn't let up, and the road is quickly transformed into a muddy mess. Your feet are soon sinking into the muck, and when you see the first few bolts of lightning in the sky, you wisely decide to get off the road and seek shelter nearby.