Go right

Turning to the right, you march down the long corridor. After a while, it takes a sharp corner, then another, and another. You're certain you've gone in a circle at least twice when you step around another corner and find yourself face-to-navel with a towering forest troll. Forest trolls are said to be the most intelligent of all the trolls, but that isn't saying much. Ugly as the ass-end of a dead pig, he stares down at you with his dark, beady eyes, strings of drool dangling from his lower jaw. He is as naked as you are, his cock thick and hard and as big around as your forearm. Maybe you imagine it, but you swear you can hear the evil sorcerer laughing.