Rotgnager's amber eyes stared down at the human infront of him. When they rose up, there was a metallic sound and an iron collar was clamped around Ashe's neck and a thick chain was handed to Rotgnager. The collar was loose enough that Ashe could move her head with no problem, but it was small enough that she wouldn't be able to get it over her head and off of herself. With more hatred than anger, Rotgnager pulled the chain hard so that Ashe was dragged to where he was with one hard yank. He reeled her in like a fish until her face was risen to his. In his Rotgnager's eyes were 3,000 plus years of hatred for mankind and envy that they had a world of their own while the trolls did not have their own realm. The gods, giants, elves, dwarves even Hel herself had their own world, but the trolls did not. Naturally they clashed with the humans. In their eyes, this world was rightfully theirs and they should have gotten it to begin with.<br/><br/>Killing Ashe would solve nothing. Granted, she'd be a nice snack, but she'd maybe be an even better pet. Rotgnager's hand clamped tightly around the chain as he threw Ashe backwards and away from him, pulling the chain slightly so that she stopped and slammed down on the ground. She would find no mercy for her here. She would have to do something special to get that privilage. If she played her cards right, she'd atleast keep herself from harm. Trolls were ill-tempered and just the slightest thing could set them off. One example was in Norway where, if a man acknowledged a female troll's tail and didn't compliment her by saying what a lovely tail she had, she'd slaughter him. The same went for women who didn't compliment a male troll's tale. It was strange things like that, things that could only make sense to a troll, that would set them off.<br/><br/>Ashe didn't really have any option there but to comply with the wishes of her captor. Trolls could be fiercely territorial and protective of their human slaves to the point it seemed like they actually cared about the person. In truth, trolls were very odd creatures. Troll women would steal newborn babies because they saw human babies as beautiful creatures and they would inturn leave their own babies in place of the human child. This did not always happen though, such was the case of Rotgnager. Rotgnager had 30 brothers and a strong father who was perfect in a troll sense. He taught his sons how to deal with humans and how to assert themselves and take what they would. Rotgnager inherited his dominant spirit from his father, a 10 foot tall troll named Brennivín, named so for his habbit of stealing barrels of the strong alcohol and carrying them around, taking large swigs as he walked along. This dominance was how Rotgnager became the chief of the group of trolls who lived there, far from home. For Ashe, the worst that could happen was not being killed immediately if the decision came for her to die. However, she would have no choice but to wait and find out wether or not she would live or die.