FlyingGerbilcoon

It was dark in the city of Corheath when Waifer was awoken by the familiar sound of cacophonous laughing and the rough scent of discarded rotten fish.  The trolls had returned that night to steal more of the village's food and supplies.  They had consistently done so for the past week.  He was determined to catch them and he was not going to be accused for their tricks any longer. Waifer lifted himself from the ground with much effort and peered off into the light mist to see the small lights of the flaming clubs held by the tremendous trolls in the distance.  Looking around for a weapon of some sort, Waifer headed towards the weaponry shop