Garashbur had followed Arthur's scent for a while, but it was gone. The troll looked around and realised he was hopelessly lost. There was a large opening, and he could see many bandits. He knew all of them would kill him if they got the chance. Garashbur tried something he had seen humans do, sneak. He crouched and tried sneaking, but his large physique would not allow it, being that troll's arms are longer than their legs. He tried to the best of his ability, but each step he took resulted with a THUD. He heard someone yell, and many bandits huddled up. Have I been spotted? He thought to himself. All three of his eyes were darting across the room, looking for any signs of hostility... none. He thought. He walked another step, but felt a sharp pain in his hamstring. He looked behind him, and saw a poorly crafted iron arrow, sticking out of the back of his leg. He looked around and saw two bandits on a ledge, firing their bows at him. The bandits he saw huddling up had charged at him, weapons raised. There was no use in trying to run, so the troll charged back at them. They met each other with a clash of iron, and flesh. Garashbur was tearing his way through the bandits, feeling almost no pain. They were in such close quarters, the only thing they could attack was his armor. Garashbur had dispatched most of the bandits, so he ran. The bandits charged after him with lit torches and fire enchanted weapons. Fire, a troll's only weakness is fire. Troll fat is highly flammable, and Garashbur had alot of it.
