Suppose I go further down the river and find somewhere else to cross. I know of no where. You will die if trying. He was probably right. I decided that I would have to bargain with him.
Trolls always have gold and silver that they have stolen or bartered for.
I was glad that I brought some, for he would probably not allow me to cross without it. Well, I suppose that I can spare a fee. I looked down at my bag. I lowered my right shoulder, and the strap slid off of it as I crouched down to set it on the ground. The troll began to move around as if he was excited over his victory.