Though you never had much of a presence by human standards, Gronput always respected you. The glint of madness in Gronput's eyes fades as soon as he realizes you're not going to look down. He shakes his head and rubs his furry face. "I'm sorry, Pon Para," he says. "Long journey. Just a long journey between cities, forming the big circle my family does. I've lost a lot of bastards. There's nothing left."

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There's something else, and you think you could find out if Gronput stayed and talked. "But," says the old troll, "I'm still calling you by your boy's name, and you're a grown man, aren't you? What's your name now?"