The party dove between the thick ferns. As we frantically tore at the leaves and covered ourselves with them,

The party dove between the thick ferns. As we frantically tore at the leaves and covered ourselves with them, we heard a strange noise and froze — it was the laughter of a troll. He thought the sight of puny humans thrashing about in the shrubbery was hilarious. Grunting and squealing, he slapped his knee and pointed his finger at us. We had no choice — we had to eliminate this merry fellow and his allies, then live out the rest of our lives trying to forget our shame.