The troll may be large, but something tells you it would take more than a few arrows to bring this thing down and you have no intention of getting up close to it for a bluff.  It takes time, but after making enough noise from cover you manage to get the troll's attention and lure him away from the tunnel entrance.  The creature lumbers slowly and cautiously towards the source of the noise and you are already working your way around from the other side.  Eventually you see your opportunity and make a break for it.  By the time the troll realizes you are there, you are already behind him and nearing the entrance to the tunnel.  He tries to stop you, but you are already inside and despite his best efforts to stop you, you are already beyond his reach.  He lets out a series of angry grunts and you continue onward through the tunnel.  Clearly all those years of playing capture the flag have served you well.

 
As you emerge from the other side, you begin to see the rocks getting more red and you take it as a sign that you are on the right path.  There was never much foliage in this mountainside but the area you are in now is especially rocky and devoid of vegetation.  You hope you will find the Redrange Pass soon so you can deal with the Craxil and be done with this quest. 

 

You've been traveling a long time without sleep and dawn is starting to crack.  Somehow, the warm beams of sunlight raising up over the distant rocks make you feel sleepy.  As you continnue forward along the rugged expanse of jagged red rocks and dirt you discover the remains of an unused campsite.  The inhabitants are long gone, but the camp is still here.  A cozy warm campfire, soft, cottony sleeping mat, warm blanket, the works.  There are no enemies as far as the eye can see in any direction and you think you would probably be able to think better if you had some rest.  The warmth and coziness of this campsite is calling to you and since you haven't slept in almost 40 hours now, you begin to consider.

You focus & Discipline, You Need To Keep Moving

You decide that there will be time to sleep when your journey is over.  Sleeping now would only make you vulnerable within Craxil territory and given the myriad of possible fates that may befall you we simply cannot take that chance now can we.  Then again, you have gone almost 40 hours without sleep so far and you aren't even sure if you are halfway there yet.  If you continue pushing yourself forth at this pace you may very well collapse.  Perhaps finding a safe place to rest isn't such a bad idea after all. 

 

As you try to walk away you get the distinct smell of bacon.  You look back and see a skillet over the campfire.  It smells fantastic.  Strange that you didn't notice this earlier though.  The campsite seems to be calling to you, but of course that idea is completely absurd.  Your beginning to feel like that halfling Brodo Faggins, who traveled relentlessly on his journey without supplies or rest.  You suppose that given you've been an underappreciated swineherd your whole life, such an idea is a fun one to ponder.

 
You catch yourself stopping in your tracks, and starring at the food over the campfire and the mat on the ground.  "How convinent" you think, "to have all that food within reach of the soft cotton mat.  You shake your head and try to shake it off but the temptation is grabbing at your attention.