You continue along the beach, now heading westwards, leaving the island and its boats behind for now. The sand is no longer dotted with the remnants of your ship, but starts to become stonier. The thick trunked trees become more common, but you find little interest in them: their leaves are too small to make a meal even if they are edible and any water they may hold is fiercely guarded behind layers of smooth, hard bark. However, their two inch thorns could be used as improvised needles if either of you has the skill and dexterity for such a task.<br/>On your left the rough terrain begins to rise into a series of hills, their surface bumpy, like untreated animal hide. The sun has only just begun its descent in the sky and it is hot, but not enough to present any significant risk, just a fairly major irritation. After about an hour you hear a roaring coming from the hills similar to what greeted you on this island. Second later, another troll lumbers into view.<br/>Whilst it is the same size as the one you fought before, this one is far more physically threatening. In addition to not appearing to be starved, this specimen is very bulky, and its brown hide seems to be as tough as tree bark, reinforced with dried bunions. Its long nose twitches as it bares its fangs towards you, held in a mouth half the size again of the average troll. However, this one also appears to be distracted by the sun, made lethargic even as it squints its tiny eyes in pain. Never-the-less it lumbers forwards down the hill, reaching out to you with claws easily a foot in length.<br/><br/><br/>OOC:<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">  We’ll call that the surprise round. The troll started 120ft away from you and just moved 40ft close, so its 80 feet away acting on an initiative of 7.</div></div>