Troll Residence

Hopkins took the beaten path down under the bridge. It was dark and dank, and surprisingly more spacious than one would expect of one little bridge; the end of the bridge, the undersides of the path, extended further into the ground and are not visible from the above ground. These extensions are held up by trees ripped straight from the ground and their branches snapped off, crude even by goblin standards, yet effective. Taking a few steps further in, a sudden stench of musty mold and moisture Hopkins's nostrils. The ground, which is surprisingly swept up, still bears the lingering whiff of unfortunate creatures that have wandered in. Still, for a troll's domicile, it is strangely clean.

Then, suddenly though not entirely unexpectedly, a great bellow came from within the pitch darkness.

"Fee-fi-fo-fum! Smell blood of goblin man!"

Out of the darkness rose a terrible visage. A large lumbering creature, its skin jagged with stony horns and dark gray like wet rock, all topped with a head of long wild black hair that reached the ground, framing its single glaring red eye that shone like a brilliant ruby, stood before Hopkins slightly hunched as its full height was taller than the chamber was high.

"Bone here? Late! Late, late! Cold outside soon! No bone, me crush gobbs!" The troll began to thrash its gargantuan hands against the floor so hard that rock dust began to fall from the bridge. Hopkins could feel his bones rattling inside of him. Even he was a little frightened of the troll, and he generally wasn't a goblin that ever got spooked. The troll stopped, and hunched down until its face was close. "You normal gobb not! You bone... got?"