The Screaming Troll was as packed as the rest of the taverns. If a person closed his eyes, and focused on what he could hear....there would be that buzz of a maryiad of loud conversations, laughter and arguments. There was the occational sound of a broken glass or a yelp as a barmaid's ass was pinched. Somewhere in the distance, from the rooms above the tavern, there was the sound of grunts and moans. The whores where pleasuring their customers.<br/><br/>Suddenly there was a loud slam against one of the window. It took a few seconds for the assembly of drunkards to notice, but then they all looked silently at the window. It was red, with slimy chunks running down the glass, as if someone had tossed a bucket of innards at the window. The silent pause lasted for a couple of seconds before everyone erupted in curses and questions. Some of the the patrons continued their drinking, paying no attention to the blood and gore.