Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7262318-20180903164912/@comment-7262318-20181010141354

"I... I guess." Vordel said, sounding deflated but also relieved in a sense. "I guess in hindsight, I probably shouldn't be in the middle of fights anyhow..."

"What will you do about Kazrris?" Vordel asked.

"A maple tree?" The Orc spat. "You know, I oughtta-"

"Grolok," The rug suddenly snapped, it's voice heavy and nearly shaking the entire room. "That's enough. Go fetch me the others. I would have words with Mortis."

The orc frowned but nodded his head. "As you command," He said, pushing past Valanor and out of the room. He shut the door behind him

"So... you need a maple tree?" The rug asked, turning to face Valanor. It may have surprised Valanor to see that this was no rug at all. It was an 8 foot tall, 3-eyed, clawed Troll. It was a cape that he was wearing, as well as an armored 'crown' of sorts (see the photo)

Now, there were two ways Valanor could see this. Either he is possibly marveling at the majestic nature of this creature and its ability to talk and comprehend things, or he was slowly realizing he was locked in a room with a Frost Troll...