All the little rascals of the world came to my service. I came upon a town of scowling men and the pick pocket children came to meet me like an older, wiser brother.
I showed them the light off my dagger. I let them touch the amulet around my neck which glowed whenever I neared a trap. I felt its warmth on my skin when I neared the merchant's cage to sell off my rusty old helm and buy provisions.
I sent the boys off to bring me word of this place and what adventures might be had here. They told me of a troll who blocked the far passage through the mountains, who ate travelers and terrorized caravans so that merchants must charge outrageous prices for the simplest things. This town had not known milk from the outlying farms in many weeks. The harvest approached and unless the troll was dispatched, all would be lost.