Vengeance Comes

Sigrid stood amidst the ruined grove as her people inspected the corpses littered upon the ground. They had followed the wagons trail to this place leaving half of their number behind to repair the smouldering ruin that was their camp.

"All of the bodies are trolls," one of the bandits reported, "and there was something else here something big."

She had guessed as much by the shattered trees. One of them had even been uprooted and thrown accross the road.

"And what of the wagon?" She asked.

"The merchant travelled on towards Treno at pace." The woman said, "and there are other tracks leading north through the grove. Perhaps the party went on foot from here."

"Perhaps." She mused but either way they would end up in or near the city, or some of them would. They had taken her pet smithy, they had denied the Old gods their promised sacrifice and they had brought trolls into the Hoff itself. By all the gods of all the nine worlds they would bleed for that, they would bleed and they would die.

"We head for Treno." She gave the order and within moments they were back on the road.