"Rootbark," Gronput says. "I like it. It is a good name for a scholar. Trolls, of course, must earn their names. I am called Gronput because…"
Then the old troll's muzzle twitches, and his lips peel back again, as if he smells carrion. He looks around, but there are only the ruins. Crows suddenly take flight and rise, cawing, before they disappear over the eastern hills.
"Have you seen anything in these woods, Pon Para?" the troll asks. His expression is vague and unfocused.
There are many strange things in these woods. Gronput is thinking of something in particular, but you do not know what.
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