"A peasant with a house... he'd have straw or scrap wood, I'd imagine." Guts said, trying to remember any slums he'd seen.
"And resurrection? Resurrection is impossible, plain and simple. If it were, I imagine I'd have heard a rumor by this point."

"And trolls..." Guts said, remembering the time he'd had to fight a large bunch. They were nasty beats.
"They're these big, hairy guys with oversized noses that smell like garbage, feces, and smegma. Use simple weapons, like cudgels and spears. They attack in packs, and kidnap and rape women to breed. I can't remember what they eat. Mostly meat, I guess." Guts shrugged. At least they were fun to cut loose with.