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Knoxby was in the middle of a glorious feast when he received word from Renny Scrine. Normally, trolls were not commanded to do anything by anyone. Such demands resulted in being eaten alive. But, seeing as Renny had promised him three fat boars, he figured it was well worth it. He opened the wooden door in his underground home and stepped through. Trolls weren't known for their speed, but he was no ordinary troll. With gifts of magic from his Mam and good looks from his Da, he was the best in the business and he knew it. He was at the boy's Ostium in two shakes of a boars' tail. The stench of blood and pain slammed into him and almost knocked him off his feet. He licked the door.
“Dark magic,” he gagged, spitting on the ground behind him.
Knoxby placed his palms flat against the door
