Unwanted Company

Balar raised his arm for them to stop. He peered into the darkness and motioned for them to be quiet. A distant grunt broke the silence and the sound of heavy movement. He grimaced and pulled his axe clear of his belt loop.

"Trolls." He whispered. "Several off them."

"Are they on their way back to the plains or have they picked up our scent." Tiella asked.

"Could be either." Balar answered, "But until we know for sure that they are aware of us we should stay quiet and move away from them."

"No shit." murmured Majvoc as he walked on ahead, his bow in hand.