Garashbur had been held in the bandit's prison for three days. The same three bandits had been guarding him while he was here. Although they were unable to kill the troll, they were capable of capturing him. He had gone without food, but they bandits were nice enough to supply him with enough water to keep him alive. They thought keeping a talking troll as a trophy was a good idea. Suddenly he smelled something. It did not smell of the bandit cave. It smelled like people that were recently outside. I smell khajiits and a few humans. Garashbur thought to himself. Maybe this was his chance to escape. If they had taken out most of the bandits, the armored troll would be free if he could take out the ones guarding his cell. He stood up, kicked open the iron door that had been holding him, and attacked. The three that were guarding him consisted of an orc and two nords. Garashbur charged the orc and one of the nords. He sliced one open and bashed another one with his shoulder-plate. He clawed the last nord, who was holding a large battle-axe. The nord fell over but was not dead. Garashbur picked him up and put him over his shoulder. Maybe if I bring this bandit back to Whiterun, they will accept me. He thought. As he was heading out, he saw a group of people. It was the people he had smelled! "You not bandits. What you doing here?" The troll asked.
