His fellow monster hunters call him “Sniffles”. Apprenticed two years ago, he hasn’t gotten over his fear of hunting, battle, and killing.
Today’s target is a troll. The client is a farmer tired of losing sheep.
And Sniffles will lead the hunt.
“It’s said that their skin is six inches thick!”, Sniffles mentioned to his boss, Stonechin.
“Myth”, the boss replied. “It’s only three inches.”
*Gulp*
“We could burn it…?”
Stonechin grabbed Snuffles by the collar. “Troll skin don’t char. It heals quick. So we fight it until dawn and the Sun will turn it to rock. Got it?”
*Sniffle*
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