'That's nice armour you're wearing.'
'Not interested.' Cali replied absentmindedly.
'Go on,' the troll insisted. 'I have much to trade, and I sell the best rat meats you'll find in eight miles, and that's a promise.'
'Oh, I believe you. But, it's not for sale.'
The flat orange cap-wearing troll moved away from Cali after sensing defeat; then, I saw it shuffle over to me. 'It's a good day for scrap hunting in the yard, my friend. And with my Sonic Metal Detector, you can find anything you want in no time at all. Think of all that precious loot hiding deep beneath Skipp's old foundations. Go on, what do you say, care to buy one?'
'I'm new to Nightingbloom, friend, so I couldn't pay if I wanted to.'
'I'll take-' the troll had been about to point at Cali, but before it had the chance, she struck the thing with a Pyro Bolt.
