"Bor-ba..." A hoarse croak comes from behind the bars. "Borrr-baaaah..." The troll sitting in the cage is so t

"Bor-ba..." A hoarse croak comes from behind the bars. "Borrr-baaaah..." The troll sitting in the cage is so thin you can see his ribs through the skin. Although you see no scars, his pelt is matted with dried blood, and his eyes are dull and unfocused. Various knives, saws, and bloody manacles scattered about leave little doubt about what this troll has suffered.