The two of you set off towards your destination, frowning at the wet sand that causes you much discomfort as the gritty particles rub against the skin of your feet and no matter how hard you try you cannot remove all of it.<br/>You walk on between the dwarven tress, known so for their stout, fat trunks, which litter the beach between the lapping waves and the exposed soil of the troll hills: the rough, clumped terrain indeed reminiscent of the monster’s warty hide.<br/>Then a roar sounds through the night and soon a giant hulking form lumbers out to match it. The troll is large even for its species, a full three feet taller than the average one and gone is the unnatural thinness: on this specimen the strength is clearly evident in its broad arms and legs. It hide is also darker, highlighting it against the backdrop of the waxing moon. Said to be leaders in groups of trolls the “wasteland giant” roars once again, only this time the noise is briefer, fiercer as it is now focused on you, the intruder of its territory.<br/><br/>Edit - OOC: Troll will charge you on an initative of 18.