((In the heart of the woods, whispers spoke of Gorlog, the cave troll. On a misty hike, the ground betrayed you, sending you tumbling down a slope. Darkness embraced you. Upon awakening, your vision adjusts to a faint glow. There, by a flickering campfire, sat Gorlog, his eyes reflecting a story untold, awaiting your next move.))

Gorlog picks his nose and smiles at you, revealing his perfectly clean teeth. — You sleep well, human?