Rambleforth Finds the Troll
“Bwaa ha ha!” The troll actually said this! Rambleforth scrambles away as fast as possible from the creature. He is astounded and perplexed at the same time, and soundly smacks his head against the wall.
The troll moves quickly, for a troll, and has Rambleforth cornered within two steps. He cannot portal away, because he hasn’t found any lost thing yet. He is beginning to think his goose is cooked.
The troll stoops low, and looks down at Rambleforth. Then the troll does the oddest thing, and offers Rambleforth a cookie.
Repository Troll
Rambleforth looks at the cookie, then at the troll, then back to the cookie. It was a chocolate chip cookie, and it looked rather tasty.
“Take the cookie little bandit, it is freshly baked,” the troll growls, in a slightly kind way.
Rambleforth looks at the troll again, waiting for the catch. This was so unexpected, he hasn’t even processed, that he’s found the troll in the repository. Much less this delicious smelling, chocolate chip cookie offer.
The little chocolate chips were melted just so!
Rambleforth snatches the cookie from the troll’s hand and chows it down in two bites! No take backs on that deal, he thinks, as he chews the last bite.
The troll grins, then says the oddest thing, again. “Will you be staying for dinner, little bandit?”
Rambleforth is still speechless, but manages to shake his head, no. Then he wonders what a troll in a repository, usually has for dinner. Surely, there was no precedent for this.
Rambleforth’s Find
In all of Rambleforth’s years of finding lost things and keeping them, he has only ever heard about the troll in the repository. He didn’t know of any bandit that had ever seen it. Even old Stuffinbob had never seen the troll.
“Suit yourself”, the troll growls in a kindish way, then adds, “portaling on an empty stomach is risky, little bandit, care to reconsider?”
Rambleforth’s stomach growls this time, seeming to answer for him. He looks at the troll, still waiting for the catch, and decides to risk it, “What is on the menu, yon troll?”
The troll straightens and grins again, “The name is Apricus little bandit, and you are Rambleforth, recently sacked by bandit resources.”
“Your appearance here, is no mistake, and very much by design. Come along now, Rambleforth, we’ve much to discuss.”
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