“Not one step closer” Bragi said as the troll shuffled to a halt. “Now tell me what it is your chief wants and I’ll mull over his demands; and try to use big boy words in spite of the fact that your brain is no bigger than a pebble.”
The troll’s eyes nearly glowed as the
blood of trollrage filled them. “Oogglick have no want” he began using
his big boy words as requested, “besides you human dies!” It smiled,
pleased with its use of grammar. Obviously the troll village's investment in Gwandamoob the Tolkeinesque Englandish tutor was working out
As the troll stepped forward the earth at his feet vanished
and he plummeted a thousand yards into the canyon below. Bragi and
Kottskold watched as the beast exploded into a liquid mass.
is it we’re standing here in the sky” asked Kott, “and how did you create
the illusion of the cliff's being long enough to make us seem as if we were
standing on it?”
The bard pulled a small wooden instrument from
his frontal pouch, still picking at slim metal tines upon its surface.
“It’s called a kalimba sir. Now get walking toward the actual stone if
you please; my fingers are getting tired.”