Shouts could be hears in the distance. A lonely traveler stopped to listen. Hearing a great bellow overpower the yelling, the stranger made a split second decision. He began to run towards the noise, long black cloak flapping in the wind. He wore dark Gray breeches and a maroon shirt, both were tailored for battle. The man unslung his previously unnoticed spear from his back. Somebody, or for that matter, somebodies needed his help, and by the Undying Lands he was going to give all he had.

He crouched on the top of a hill looking down at the camp where the exclamations had come. It seemed an armed company had had the misfortune to stumble upon a group of three trolls. They had the group trusses up in bags to keep them from escaping. It seemed one of the group had remained free of the trolls and was contemplating how to release them. The man made his way over to the grey cloaked figure located behind some rocks. The man made his way over to the tall pointy hat, careful not to be seen by the trolls. The bearded man spun quickly around when the traveler made a small noise. The man raised his hands to show he had no weapons.

"I wish to help," he said softly.

The man seemed to judge his request, and after a little nodded at the man. The stranger joined the old man behind the boulder.

"So what is your plan?" The man asked.

The old man had a thoughtful expression on his face, "Not quite, I'll let you know if I come up with something.

They continued to watch the group insult the trolls. Eventually one clean shaven one stepped forward and criticized the trolls cooking. The man had an idea.

"You distract the trolls, keep them arguing as best you can while I come around behind for an ambush." The grey cloaked man nodded.

"Good."

The stranger crept behind one of the trolls. The old man did his part, keeping the trolls distracted. The warrior, for that was what he was, took a deep breath, and charged.