"It’s hard to describe . . . Don’t have those fancy words," the troll said slowly. "You remember Anna?" The elf nodded. Tom had been head over heels for the crazy, wild troll woman who fought for the folks in the Jungle day and night and then one day been caught in the crossfire of some senseless gang fight. That was when the troll’s drinking, always heavy, had exploded into binges of days at a time when he’d go through enough beer and whiskey to kill half a dozen men. Most people had figured he’d stop sooner or later. After all, it wasn’t like they’d been a hot item or anything. Anna had never been anything more than friendly to Tom, who was quite a bit younger. But the drinking didn’t stop. Instead it got worse and worse.