A lot

Hilda looks down at herself as best she can and take inventory of the situation.

Her magical sword is gone, obviously. There's no way the troll would have let her keep that. So is Hilda's money, her boots, and all her armor.

Her bare feet feel a little ticklish touching the dirt around the tree, but other than that things could be worse. At least the troll left her with the (very fancy and comfortable) silk clothing Hilda wears for padding under her armor.

This sucks, but I still have my modesty, and since I'm by the side of the road, I'm pretty sure I wont have to worry about freezing or starving to death out here. I mean, someone's bound to come by and help me out, right?