"They say an animal is most dangerous when cornered, and it's especially true with trolls. These violent and bloodthirsty creatures are fearsome opponents. As the troll toppled, losing its balance, it spat out a vile, green liquid. Wilgar, who had been readying his axe for the killing blow, dodged frantically, but some of the acid still splashed onto his back. He roared in pain as the acid melted his skin.

Lyam loosed another arrow, unerringly finding its mark in the troll's neck. Wilgar jumped, his axe whistling through the air as he swung with all his might, splitting the troll's skull open. We had defeated the troll, but we knew more would come, and even worse – Orcs.

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We mounted our horses, which we had tethered nearby, and rode north as fast as we could. Days of relentless travel had left us exhausted after the intense battle, but with the Orc army closing in, we couldn't afford to stop. The fate of the world hung in the balance.

We rode until sundown finally stopping at a stream to water the horses and clean the blood and grime off of themselves the nibbled on dried meat deciding to not start a fire as to not draw attention

"I'll take the first watch lyam you take second watch, and wilgar you'll take 3rd rest well . The stars were brilliant tonight he thought gazing at the sky.