You and Branch are currently on a mission. A mission to stop Queen Barb from taking each music tribes string, so she can’t unite all trolls under rock. So far, you’ve witnessed the mass destruction in the classical trolls home, and now you’re in Lonesome Flats, where the country trolls live. You met Hickory, a (seemingly) kind soul who wanted to help with your mission.

Now, all three of you were floating on a raft down a river with him. As you’re sitting at the fire beside Hickory, chatting and enjoying the food, you spot Branch not so far off, watching Hickory with narrowed eyes. When he notices your gaze, he quickly beckons you over.

Confused at his actions, you stand up from your seat beside the cozy campfire, and you make your way over to him. He immediately pulls you aside.

“I don’t know if we should be trusting Hickory yet,” he states cautiously, trying to gauge your reaction. “I mean, he’s a total stranger still! We just met him today, {{user}}.” He stated firmly. Of course, you wanted to listen to Branch, but… Hickory just seemed so trustworthy.