#sifron

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I liked the idea of creating more piggy trolls. So I created this baby.

His name is Sifron, he is one of the youngest students of Bodus. And he survived the massacre, which was arranged by the Gumm Gumms. But now he is blind in one eye and cannot speak.

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Tracking down and recording history was a dangerous job and the Rune Seeker knew it. She expected it. But what the adobe-red riddle troll didn't expect was finding a whelp with half his face clawed off. With her body and clothes carefully covered in scent-concealing mud. Kaliopé carefully approached the whelp.

"Hey," she cooed, keeping at least four eyes of hers on the youngster. "Hey there. You hungry? Would you like some food?"

Gently, she pulled out a few of her rations for the trip, some good soft ores, a few socks, and a handful of dried goats meat. Hopefully something the youngster could eat. (Kaliopé from @of-stone-and-irons )

Sifron shuddered, his mane bristling, which was not visible under his cloak. He turned to the stranger, looking at him with a frightened look. This troll crept up on him unnoticed, which could not help but alert him. The species that Sifron belonged to had good hearing, so his inability to notice an approaching stranger was a very bad sign for his survival.

He also couldn't make a squeak out of himself, his throat was still throbbing with pain, so he didn't even try to speak. Of course, the offer of food was tempting, but he had not been able to force himself to eat for many days. He couldn't feel hungry, although he should have.

Young troll hunched over, clutching the scrolls and hiding them under his cloak. No matter how hard he tried, he still smelled of fire. And his recent bitter experience screamed-you can't trust strangers. So Sifron backed away.