"I wonder what he really wants," thought Hewy as he sat in the receiving room waiting to see the Troll King. "After the last party I played for his Royalty and with the Gooblin King showing up uninvited -- it was pretty well understood by everyone that there would be no more parties at this palace. It hadn't been pretty when the Gooblin King entered and stole the audience by having a bigger gem to show off than King Druzzy," Hewy sat remembering.
"Ah, Hewy, just the Troll I was waiting for," smiled the King with a quick wink to his eye and a small smirk on his lips as he knuckles bumped Hewy's clenched fists. There were very few protocols for Trolls, but the knuckles bump was one that all Trolls did. More of out safety than anything else, just like a salute is to make sure your enemy's hand was empty of a weapon, trolls wanted to make sure both hands were busy. Every troll wanted to live to become an Ancient One so each was taught as a young trolling to make sure that you did not allow anyone to get a hold on you. Thus the knuckles bump was started making it difficult (but not impossible) to be grabbed.
"That's fine... just fine. Don't be long and let Drat know when you will return," the King idly replied as his mind was already planning the next steps of his scheme. "You may go."
Drat, knowing his cue, started ushering Hewy from the King's presence. As Drat and Hewy left, the King overheard his minion asking where the Wish Dragon was now, how long before Hewy would be returning, and what did a Wish Dragon eat?