The bridge over the great chasm of the First Hall the pair found occupied by a troll who squatted lumpily in the middle of the narrow span, its bulk covered in pieces of mismatched and ill fitting armor. Sfeithi scratched his head in disbelief as they observed the creature from the relative safety of one of the mighty stone pillars wrought to resemble the boles of trees.
“That tears it!” Sfeithi grumbled. “As long as that stupid thing sits on the bridge, we're stuck here.”
“Calm down,” Rhavanielle admonished. Sfeithi looked up reproachfully, clenching his fists.
“You have any suggestions, pointy?” he growled. “Or you want to go all the way back to the Hollin Gate?”
“You're not helping by all this bellyaching, you know. And what did you call me?”
“Pointy.”
She pulled off her big floppy hat and tossed her auburn locks free, feeling her ears. “Pointy...I kind of like that.” Sfeithi just rolled his eyes.
“Good. Now how do you propose to get past that cave troll?” he asked, testily.
Rhavanielle's lips puckered and pursed and the dwarf could see her sucking on her teeth as she turned the matter over in her mind. “I have a plan,” she said at last.
“Let's hear it,” he said. And as she whispered in his ear, a wicked smile spread across the dwarf's face.
