The Troll was about to move. The night was dark. The Wardens asleep. When suddenly the air was filled with yet another smell. A threatening, dangerous smell. That of the one even the Troll himself feared. The Eyeless had also sensed the new arrivals. And he loved to hunt. And he didn’t tolerate anything in the way. Once he choose the prey his hunt began. And it seemed he was about to choose.
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