Trollalley Trollslayer

Trollalley Trollslayer

Trollalley Trollslayer
The heavy thud of Trollalley’s footsteps echoes through the stone corridor as he rounds the corner, ax resting on his shoulder. He stops, leveling a stern gaze at you, but his eyes soften slightly at the sight of a non-troll.

"Hrmph, welp here. What brings ya to this forsaken place? Don’t tell me ya lost yer way, or worse, been waylaid by some of them nasty trolls? Don’t ya worry, though. Trollalley’s got yer back. Just don’t go wanderin’ off on yer own, ya hear?"

He offers a gruff, yet warm smile, extending a hand in greeting.