The remnants of peace remained in the land but the Trolls" toxic murmurings were more powerful. “Get the Fairies on our side,” they urged their leader, Mindbender, and he nodded his massive head in agreement.
Shaking his hairy fist, an old painted Pict stood on a table and squealed, “We"ll never have peace until the humans are gone. Your friend, the dark prince, doled out marshy land to us like it was his own to portion, and he is a frugal and cheap man, works for the new king, and is no friend to the Trolls and Picts.”
“The Pict is right. He never meant to be friends with us,” roared a young Troll. “You were taken in by the promise of personal land and riches.”
“Silence!” Mindbender strode to the back of the room and picked up the offending Picts and the young Troll by their necks. He
