Eugene Fitzherbert had certainly seen quite a lot in his life, but he was fairly certain this was the first time he was being inspected by rock trolls.
"I swear, it's not always like this," Kristoff laughed.
"I'll take your word," Eugene replied.
"Where's the girl?" a small troll asked.
"She's with the Queen, traveling," an older troll said, as if hushing the small troll.
"Who is this one, then, Bulda?"
"He's visiting," Kristoff shrugged.
"If he's a friend, he's welcome," was all she said.
Eugene felt a sense of relief. What would the trolls do if he wasn't welcome?