The Troll Casino

Hilda hugged the dress around her, though the wind was warm.

In but a few thousand strides she had come back to the outskirt of the town, where the worst of the worst dregs were cast, whores and barbers.

Trolls, having been beaten down over the millennia, had finally received compensation. Queen Belinda, The Big Hearted But Brain Dead and a Bimbo, had allowed them to run gambling halls free of any other laws of her realm against the whims of her wicked husband.

Hilda figured it would be best to swindle these simple people. Heaving the hoard she held in her hand she figured before the night was out she could swindle these simple out of everything save their leather loin-cloths. She would be a merciful winner, she figured, as she entered passed the tent flap that served as the separation from the wild woods to the Troll's Casino.