Luckily, you didn't fall completely onto your back. You're recovering from the slight shock of the wrenching movements, propped up by your palms. The ax is right near your feet, and you stare at it to grasp your bearings before you hear the troll exclaim, "Are you out of your mind?!"

In response, you give him an incredulous stare. It didn't occur to you as you were rescuing this troll that it could have been one out to kill you or get you in trouble. You often forget that trolls are inherently more hostile than humans. So, you muster the most stone fearless expression possible and scoff, "Are [i]you[/i] out of [i]your[/i] mind?!"

It was then that you get a good look at the troll. He's very chubby. So chubby that if it had been you, you would not have even thought about trying to squeeze through that hole. Though, he's not exactly [i]fat[/i]. There's also some stone crumbs and dust sprinkled in his coarse hair and on his face, which is now reddened and slightly dirty from the fall. By the faint coloring of his pupils, you know he's a mid-blood, but you can't quite tell if the color is a blue-ish or green.