> Thok.
> Thok.
> Thok.
> The repetitive sound of an axe shearing wood echoes through the silent woods.
> You’ve been at this for several hours now, you sliced open your hand on a piece of metal that was stuck in some of the wood but you didn’t bother to stop. Bandages would make it hard to hold your axe, anyway, and with the blood dry that won’t hinder you either.
> You catch the scent of another troll on the wind, but you’ll ignore them for now, provided they ignore you.














