Eventually.

After several days, another set of footsteps was echoing outside. It had been a long vigil, and you had been going slowly insane, unsure if it would work, but you wouldn't be totally sure unless there was a real target. Something fleshy to kill. The very idea that you could defend your home was so joyful you could barely contain yourself. But here, now, you could hear footsteps! And voices- wait, voices?

That was... unfortunate. Voices generally meant more than one. It was rare for heroes to carry on prolonged conversations with themselves.
"-lright, look, I know it's lame, but-but it's for an achievement, to finish off every tutorial zone."
"It had better be worth it. This is so fucking boring. Trap checking is the most boring thing in the world. Oh! I know this one!"
"Oh?"
"Yeah, a friend told me about this one. This spider is broken as hell, it keeps leaving the trinket outside."
"... I think to get the 'chieve, we gotta kill everything once."
"Alright, now I KNOW you're bullshitting me."
"No-I-Look, I'm not sure! Malazak said-"
"You listened to MALAZAK? He's a fucking TROLL!"

You wonder, since when did heroes fraternize with trolls? Don't heroes just kill anything that isn't like them indiscriminately?

"Alright, listen. I'll go do the rest of them myself, and PROVE to you that I'm not lying!"
"You know what? Do that. I'm moving on to the next village."

One pair of footsteps faded, and the other drew closer. Tensing with anxiety, you readied you're newest creation. Wait, fuck, you should name it, something accurate, something reasonable...

FIRE THE STONER!