"Just a standard precaution," the troll said in a husky voice. "If you have any weapons, please hand them over now." Serrin gave up his little hold-out, apologizing that he felt safer on the streets with it. The troll ignored him as he took the pistol away. It was a comical moment, a thin elf handing over a puny little hold-out to this gigantic troll arrayed in armor and defenses, but Serrin wouldn’t see the humor in it for many hours.