T he troll lay at my feet, sliced in two, the halves neatly cauterized. I cleaned my sword—carefully—and re-sheathed it. I’d gotten the flame blade and some enchanted armor in exchange for the staff of fireballs and most of my portion of Gargh’s hoard. It had been a fair trade in that both myself and Saruman the Wise claimed we’d been fleeced. Still, neither of us backed out of the deal.