“I see,” the Guide
says cautiously, “It sounds like the role of a troll within the
wider community has been sorely misrepresented, giving no credit to
their civic worth.”
“Civic wot?” the
troll asks.
“Worth. You provide
a service which is vital to the infrastructure of any country. You
build the bridges...”
“Tell me,” Raven
interrupts, “Where do they keep all these troll hearts?”
“There'sh a vault,”
Rocknipples replies, “Beneath the prince'shes bed chamber, they
keepsh them in there.”
“So if you know where
they are,” the Guide says, “Why don't you just go and take them
back?”
“Becaushe they're
guarded night and day by the one thing that a troll'sh afraid of.”
“Oh yes?” smiles
the guard, “And what's that then?”
“Goats.”
“Sorry for asking,”
Stonedildo interrupts, “But are you two ever going to come out of
his stomach?”
Before Raven can reply,
a new voice bellows “TEN-SHUN!”
