"HAH! So the prey comes to ME?!" the troll bellowed from within the tower. "Then come! Let us see how you like fighting in the killing field!"<br/><br/>Making their way to the heart of the structure reveals that the troll had been busy, in his short tenure here. A swarm of small fae are busily working all around the interior, and while much of it clearly isn't ready, an almost staggering array of readied weapon - crossbows, swinging logs, and net traps, to name a few - are waiting for them as they charge in. As the troll bellows and grabs his ranseur, the fae around the room begin triggering weapons towards his forces, a hail of bolts and other attacks slamming into them from all directions... and even into the troll, who trusts in his regeneration.