As the sight of Lucy's house comes into view, you're stopped by a small sound. Sort of like someone struggling and panicking, which isn't too much of a common sound in human cities because they're far more hospitable than trolls, especially toward one another. Then, you hear a soft, acute, "Hey!" and you're sure someone around you is in trouble. It's not usually your business to help anyone, but that's when you're in the troll society. In the human society, you like to pretend you're one of them. That isn't not laughable and weak to help someone out even if they're not in your quadrant.

When you look around, you don't see anything unusual. At one of the small, shackled properties near the border, an older man stands in his garden, hoeing at the ground. You used to help him when you were younger and less involved with Lucy and her mother. But he doesn't seem to be in any trouble, nor does he look like he called out to anyone.

Looking further, you fully turn and look at the tunnel you came from. If your sight wasn't so sharp, you'd assume you were seeing things when you saw the peeking of the tip of a horn coming out your end of the tunnel. You walk a little further toward the tunnel and see the tops of eyes peering at you, and then a little further shows, indeed, the head of another troll poking out from underneath the wall. The only thing you can do as you increase your speed is gape. You can't even form a single word.

"How did you-" you finally manage to breathe out, stopping short because it's obvious that the troll [i]didn't[/i] fit through the tunnel. Kneeling down onto your knees, you try to grip the troll's slightly-exposed shoulders and fail, as they're too lodged into the earth to get a grasp on. You frown, knitting your eyebrows together, before holding up a finger to signal him to wait. You don't know if he's being suffocated from pressure, so you run to aforementioned elder's tool shed and grab a significantly dulled pickax, which could or could not prove use to you right now. But you're a bit desperate, and you know your strength is superior to a human's.

The first swing could have proven fatal if trolls' skin weren't thicker than humans'. A lot of the stone wall crumbled onto the troll beneath it, but the hole was widened enough that you could throw the ax down and grab his shoulders. One hefty heave later, and you were sprawled on your backside with the freed troll next to you.