 | 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.  |
According to Furnace’s journal, he had met a troll who had lived under a bridge. This troll would require any traveler wishing to cross the bridge to answer a riddle correctly. If the traveler did not, they were in danger of being eaten by the troll (unless the traveler had something else to give). Apparently hungry trolls love the taste of goat's milk and Furnace had a travel bag with some. He did not say in his journal if he answered the question correctly, but somehow he was able to spend some time with the troll since it did not have too many visitors and apparently was lonely.
 | 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. |
I left him the goat's milk I had brought (just in case I needed it) with a promise to return and learn more about him and his kind. As I was walking back from his bridge, I did notice that several foresters were clearing away a new road towards his bridge and hopefully this lonely troll will start having new visitors that he can meet (and hopefully not eat)... I did tell the foresters that they may want to carry an extra bottle of goat's milk when working near the bridge.
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