The Devout Troll

The Devout Troll was a virtual representation of one of Eivor Varinsdottir's genetic memories, relived by Layla Hassan in 2020 through the Portable Animus HR-8.5.
==Description==
Eivor came across a monk sitting on a stool outside a farmhouse, claiming he had become immune to anger and no longer needed worldly possession.
==Dialogue==
The monk noticed Eivor and goaded her to him with religious taunts.
*Anglo-Saxon man: Heathen! This is a place for proud converts like myself.
*Anglo-Saxon man: I seek those who wish to join the great and superior holy path I am on.
*Anglo-Saxon man: I want you to know that you can be like me, no longer dumb and angry like heathens.
Eivor approaches him.
*Eivor: Hej, Monk. No need to brag of your faith.
*Anglo-Saxon man: Have you recently tested your faith? Considered your holy path? It is a better way, I swear to you.
*Eivor: I am content with my gods.
*Anglo-Saxon man: Not as content as I am with mine, I am sure. He allows me to avoid rage, I am never angry. Never.
*Eivor: Good for you.
*Anglo-Saxon man: Without anger in my life, I am completely changed, no longer obsessed with riches, like you. They are meaningless because He loves me. Go ahead and burn my house, destroy my belongings, I will never get angry.
Eivor began to wreck apart the crates in front of him. 
*Anglo-Saxon man: Yes, go ahead, destroy my crates and take my belongings inside them. God provides me enough.
Eivor finished destroying the crates.
*Anglo-Saxon man: You see? I am not angry. Make yourself at home, it does not bother me. You will soon change from your pagan ways.
Eivor approached the house.
*Anglo-Saxon man: You seem lost and homeless. Make of mine what you will. You could burn it to the ground, and it will not change me.
Eivor entered the house, destroyed the crates and furniture inside, and found a hastily-written letter.
She exited and noticed a lone cow in her pen outside. 
*Anglo-Saxon man: Go ahead and slaughter my livestock. It is not something I wish to do, but I would gladly allow you to do it. 
Eivor butchered the cow.
*Eivor: And all of this homestead, the livestock, this is all yours?
*Anglo-Saxon man: They are not mine, but God's. I have converted to God, and now I share all things. 
*Eivor: Yes, you mentioned that.
*Anglo-Saxon man: Go ahead, destroy more. My faith cannot be broken.
*Anglo-Saxon man: Thank you, Lord. For sending this devil to test my faith.
Eivor set the roof of his house on fire.
*Anglo-Saxon man: Yes, burn it down. Make a pyre of the past.
*Eivor: Curious good man, what were you before you became so devout?
The monk rose from his seat and crept towards Eivor.
* Anglo-Saxon man: I was just like you, a stupid heathen, lost and violent. Speaking of which, you should try praying before it is too late.
*Eivor: Too late? For what? The eternal buggery you possess? And now you stand? I worry that stool is covered in shit.
Eivor notice a key on the stool the monk was sitting on and snatched it.
*Eivor: What is this? 
*Anglo-Saxon man: O, no, that's... I mean, that key... do what you like with it. Throw it in the river. My faith will not budge.
Eivor circled around to a locked door at the back of the house. The monk stalked after her with trepidation. She unlocked the shed and saw a grisly sight of dismembered corpses and their bloody entrails stashed inside.
* Eivor: This hut reeks. As if... a battlefield... corpses? Are these your other converts? Or your past crimes?
*Anglo-Saxon man: You desecrate my integrity by insinuating such... But my faith cannot be desecrated. Praise be to my Lord.
* Eivor: Praise be to nothing. What crimes lie beneath your veil of Christ?
The monk did not reply. Eivor brings herself up to his face and asked again more forcibly.
*Eivor: What crimes have you gotten away with? You are no convert, you are a filthy opportunist. The Church gave you riches?
*Anglo-Saxon man: I am a strong, Christian, mild-mannered man of the cloth. My pagan past is gone. I am—
*Eivor: A hypocrite. With not a shred of honor. You should pay for your crimes. People die unjustly in your newfound faith.
*Anglo-Saxon man: I gave you a chance, heathen! I am a better, richer man for what I did. I changed course, and... Fuck it! I am still the blood-hungry whore I once was! Fucking die you putrid shit-eater! Die a thousand ways and times like the others!
*Eivor: You would have sworn an oath to a pile of shit, you liar! Full of false pride. You should be judged at an for your crimes!
Eivor and the monk fought, the latter only with his fists, and the shieldmaiden slew him. 
*Eivor: Those willing to give everything away are often those who have taken too much.
==Outcome==
Eivor discovered the serial killer Egil the Fornicating Crow and killed him.
==References==
*Assassin's Creed: Valhalla
Category:Memories of Eivor Varinsdottir
Category:Memories relived using the Animus HR-8.5
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