Well, at least figuring out who had made the offer for the troll quite simple. The day's heat wasn't fun to deal with in a costume as large as Nuva's, and water was occasionally scarce. At least, sources that he could drink from in private. Nonetheless, he had his wits about him, and he had a troll to hunt for. He trod up toward the man in question, sizing him up from behind his mask, and out of a habit born from his few years as a bodyguard noting the sort of threat he might pose as a client. Presumably none, if he lacked magic or Khala, for he couldn't hope to match Nuva's elven grace or giant strength. And, well, none at all if he was a mere civilian. But he'd learned that you couldn't be too careful about these things.

'I'm here about a troll,' Nuva muttered, quietly enough to not be overheard, again just in case. The magic shop ought to be what it claimed to be, for regardless of its rattiness it had still been a shop; this man could be the man who had posted the bounty, or he could be somebody with a personal grudge against Nuva. Or, if he had enough foresight, both. At least one person had traced his past before. That proved it could be done at all. Better safe than sorry.

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