I can still remember him the first time we met. My father had lost in battle, and I was now a prize of war, no longer a proud warrior, no longer free. And so I passed the time waiting. Waiting. Waiting for my opportunity to strike, to be free. The troll had named his price to my father - 9 coin purses of dross, and me. And so I passed into his care
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