"JAFFY, MON!!!!"
The troll blinks at the silence thart greets him through the plate visor that covers his face, and looks around. He frowns, not seeing his lost friend. The mis-matched plate he wear clanks he shrugs his shoulders in indifference. Darjiin digs into a pocket, producing a scrap of paper that he leaves on a table before heading back out the door.
The hand writing is a scrall that would be criticized be even a small child.
"Grim! Me Dar! Me Back!"
And at the bottom, there is a crude stick like figure drawing of a troll...having relations...with a scared gnome.
The door to the hall kicks open
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