In my recent travels, I had heard about a unique and strange race of beings called ‘Trolls’. I could discover little information except for a few rumors and reported sightings. But after studying one of the journals that Furnace the Mayor left behind from his travels as a youth, I was able to gather enough clues as to where they may be found and I decided to find them.
After several days of travel, I was able to finally locate the bridge and speak to the troll. His name is Hewy and he does love goat's milk. But what he loved more was being able to spend hours talking to strangers as lonely as he is. We spent several days together and he told me much about his ways and of the trolls which I wrote down in my journal. He also surprised me when he told me about a story of ‘Love’ and his discovery of what the word meant.