Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-34263048-20190724230507/@comment-36855838-20190726154007

I pull out a roll of cinnamon and snap it.

The sound echoes through the courtyard, and the shadows amongst the trees and shrubs shift almost imperceptibly.

A gust of wind rustles some of the leaves in the courtyard.

A voice, barely audible, drifts to my ear.

"What ith your dethire, oh king?"

I make a point of looking the Troll in her earthen brown eyes.

"You would be trouble for me, miss, and though you could heal my heal my son, I'm afraid I'll have to send you to the dungeon."

Several guards melt from the shadows of a nearby archway, and the Troll is escorted away.

"It shall be done, my king."

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