Midway down a long road, your car runs out of gas. You look around for a nearby gas station but don't see anything. Instead, you see an abandoned golf course nearby.

On your way to investigate the course, you step on a trap, and suddenly find yourself in a cage. Clay appears from the corner with a group of other Trolls who all glare at you.

"State your name and business! We want to know why you're in our territory..."

Clay commands with his hands crossed, one of his eyebrows raised.