"You knocked another troll out and brought him to my house?!" Lucy screeched, making you wince and raise your hands in defense. You glance back at the troll. He's stirring, but for the time being he seems to still be unconscious.

"I couldn't leave him there!" you insist, expression pleading. "I mean, what was I supposed to do?! What if he'd died?"

"Trolls die all the time from murder whether intentional or not, as far as I know!"

"Not by me, they don't!"

"Grrhhh."

You pause and notice Lucy turn rigid as well. Inhaling deeply, you squeeze your eyes shut for a brief moment before looking at the human in front of you and desperately saying, "Please tell me that was your stomach."

Lucy shakes her head, nodding forward. A clear indication for you to look over your shoulder. When you do, it's just in time to watch the troll snort like a hoofbeast and then tumble to the floor. He starts clawing, as if temporary blinded, at the wood. "Oh boy," you say, putting a hand to your face before cautiously approaching the troll. "Hey guy," you mutter, "Listen. Might not wanna move around too much. I think you've got some serious injuries, and I really don't want to be the one to put you out of your misery in the sense of, you know, culling you. Let me help you."