"We was hopin' you'da come a leetle closer," a guttural voice says from out of the woods. "Yah, fight go better when horsies don't see us." "Or smell us." "I want to eat da horsie, now!"<br/><br/>Judging from the voices, there's at least four of them, and that guess is substantiated when four hulking figures saunter out of the surrounding trees. Massive, twisted, ugly brutes, with gnarled, bluish-green skin, low brows and beady eyes, they each carry a massive club bigger than Caiaphas' leg. Fortunately, he's able to identify them fairly quickly, as they almost perfectly match the picture he's familiar with: Trolls.<br/><br/>"We was told you cud go, but we had ta stop the girl." "Yeah, da one with da hair da color of dry grass," it says, pointing to the noblewoman. "She too skinny. You can eat her. I eat her horse." "Nuh-uh, I wants da horse!"