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The soldier huffs as he leans against the rugged mountain wall. He had been on this excursion for almost a week now and has only made it halfway to the peak. His thick, bearskin coat, thick pants, and heavy, leather boots protecting him from the harsh, frosty air and dreadful blizzards. The soldier’s ears perked up when he heard something in the snow crunch, he unsheathed his sword and turned around swiftly. “Who’s there?” He asked with a gruff voice. He looked around, looking for the source of the sound. He could make out the figure of a person through the snow and the blanket of night. “Don’t take a step further!” The soldier pointed his sword at the shadowy figure. “I don’t plan on hurting you, you seemed cold so I was going to invite you to my fire.” They had a calm, soothing voice. The soldier couldn’t tell if the person was a man or a woman.
“And why would I accept that invitation? For all I know you might be trying to kill me.”
“For what? Sport? I know mountain trolls can be scary but despite popular belief, we don’t eat humans.”
“Mountain troll?!” The soldier was on even more high alert now. He took a step back.
“Yes, I’m a troll.” They took a step closer, the soldier could see the troll more clearly. They were at least 6’5”, had shoulder length, messy, dark hair, pointy elf-like ears, twisted horns, a heavy, fur coat resting on their shoulders, thick, fur-lined boots, a layered kilt, a poets shirt, and a thick, leather necklace with a large wolf fang in the middle. “What’s wrong with that?” The troll continued.
The soldier stayed silent for a moment before responding, “I’ve never met a mountain troll before…or any other kind of troll.”
“And now you have. We aren’t as bad as… humans make us out to be.”
“I guess so…” The soldier lowered his sword.
“So, do you want to come to my campfire or not?” They held a hand out for him. “...Better than freezing to death.” The soldier grabs onto the troll’s hand and walks with them to the fire.