Joji and his party spent the night in the troll encampment, sleeping inside the dead chieftain's great house as though they had belonged there all along.
While settling in, he found more than dust and old smells beneath the place. In the basement lay several giant weapons, among them old broadswords thick and broad enough that only a troll chieftain could have wielded them with ease.
Joji handed those over to Sharp Wee without hesitation.
He strengthened his hold on the tribe even further by helping prepare their meal.
The pot they used was large enough to boil a party of ten. Into it went leaves, bark, mud, and whatever else the forest trolls considered fit for eating. Joji added only a small bag of salt, yet that little touch changed everything.
The taste sharpened. To the trolls, it was not a seasoning. It was revelation. By the time the meal was done, his small reign over them had settled into something firmer.
Joji then glanced at the mission timer on Sir Honorable.
