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The Troll King utters imperiously:
- The Khan says you are traders, but our goblins and orcs have never seen you; we do not know you. How do I know you are not impostors or spies sent by that snivelling human wretch, that Prancing Prince, Searlas The Meek, cosseted and spoilt by those palace-dwelling decadents of the Imperial Reichskloster? Long have they tormented my people, and even your kind (the Troll King glances at Skallagrim the Barbarian) those that embrace The Wild, and curse The Oath And Light. You say you wish to bargain with me! Exchange one Princess for another! (The Troll King laughs). I have not taken his Princess. This castle was ruined and in despair long before we "resettled" it. You see what a fool this Prince resembles - it is through his own folly and decadence that he has allowed his own land to fall to ruin, dwelling far from it in the spoilt palaces of Berceuse, even as he sends his peasants to war against orc and troll on his behalf. The strong do what they will and the weak suffer what they must! Yes, we killed those that resisted us. But you see we spare and trade with those who embrace us! I tire of this Prince Searlas. Go and deliver this message to him, that he pleads for his Princess in vain, witness his grief... and kill him afterwards! I want to savour the look of disbelief upon his crying dead eyes, for this is what the Troll hungers after!
As you are contemplating your reply, you can suddenly see a diminuitive figure struggling to push past the Troll King's guards in the distance. He appears to be a small, soaking wet creature, shouting:
- Let me through! I know the truth about these..."traders". The Troll King must know what they did...!
(QM: see the map for the identity of this mysterious, drenched informant)
>Write-in what you would like to do
>Roll 10d6
QM: you must also decide whether to accept or reject the Troll King's proposition