What choice do you have?

You let out an exasperated sigh and agree.

You can always come back here tomorrow after you've re-equipped yourself and take back your belongings then.

You remove your breastplate and the rest of your remaining armor and give it to the troll, piece by piece. You can barely restrain your anger, just as the troll can barely restrain her joy at ripping you off.

You remove the last piece and stand before the troll barefoot in the very extravagant padded silk shirt and pants you wear under your armor, trying your best to keep your cool.

"Now give me my sword back," you say between gritted teeth.

"Sure, sure," the troll says in a condescending tone. She slowly lowers the sword towards you, but just before you can take it, she pulls it away and whips it is hard as she can across the bridge and over the hill beyond. "Go get it!"

You look at her incredulously, trying your hardest to fight back tears of anger and frustration.

"What? Do you think I'm stupid? If I just handed it to you, what would stop you from trying to hurt me with it?"

She's got a point, not that you'll admit it.

"I suggest you get going if you want it back. It's starting to get dark, and you probably don't want to be wandering around in the woods for it at night. That place is mad spooky, probably haunted too."

You rush off in the direction you saw it fly, thinking about how you're going to dismember that troll when you get it back. You're so absorbed in your **** fantasy you don't even hear her smugly thank you for your business.