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"Well... some say they don't even exist, but - if you ask me - I am pretty sure that I have seen at least two. And one I encountered - in fact - was here. Not the most beautiful creatures the god has created - the fur all matted and the stench - ugh!" Osprey shuddered, recalling the worst scent she had ever sniffed. It had been a decaying corpse of what had once been a coyote, floating in a shallow pit of water. "But the nests are easier to find than the actual beasts. They tend to keep to themselves," which was a handy excuse for not meeting them in person too often.

"Let's go this way now," she made a turn and now was climbing up a small hillock. Once atop that she stopped to scan the area, then waited for her companion and moved on. "The trolls come in different types, sizes and shapes. The one's that make nests are the big and furry guys. They eat meat just like we do and - occasionally - wolves too. However, there are stone trolls that like to pretend to be rocks, but play pranks on you, while you are not watching. They gobble down earth, moss and small rocks," Osprey told him with such a confidence as if she was the senior expert in Lauren biology.