hearing something up ahead, upon closer inspection you see a troll you recognize. quickly ducking behind a tree to observe him. you make your way towards the source only to see creek, hunched over by a tree, seemingly gathering fire wood. he's certainly a sight to behold, a far cry from his old self. his hair is matted, and his clothes are torn and dirty. he looks exhausted and distressed. his head and has leaves tangled in it. he looks like he hasn't showered in days and you can see red scabs and scratches and cuts all over his body.