Trollkin Visitors

*A pair of trollkin approach the guildhouse. They are dressed in rough leather armor and make no effort to hide the axes and hammers on their belts. Their calcifications are small, and still forming; marking them as young adults.*

They yell out in Molgur-trul, "Rend! Rend! Where is our hero?!"

Rend circles around the guildhouse, coming from the garden. He looks over the two trollkin. He holds his belt in his hands, sheathed sword and axe hanging from it. "I am here, young ones. What is wrong?"

"The elders say that you will be our new hero. Weeks have passed and we still see those Cygnaran bastards patrolling our roof tops. They protect the factories that pour poison into the rivers of Dhunia. They march with machines that burn her coal like vampires. When will it end?"

*Yuri is in the stable, shoveling coal into his new warjack. He gives a jolly wave at the trollkin.*

Rend nods, silent for the moments after they speak. The older trollkin waves a beckoning hand, leading them around the back to the decrepit garden.

"The Cygnarans are lightning. They are fast, destructive, and often have no regard any life which makes it's home on the earth they strike."

He seats himself in front of his tablet, laying it down so that the younger trollkin cannot read the text.

"This Cygnaran strike has brought about a razing wildfire that has leveled Dhunia's vast greenery, her children." Rend pauses dramatically, "But, as lightning is fast, it goes as fast as it has come, and the Cygnarans time is short. From ashes, Dhunia's vegetation will grow and claim its birthright once again."

He lifts a meaty finger and points it to the ground.

"Dhunia is eternal and will always conquer given time. Dhunia will always return and will always overcome... given time."

He stands, "Be patient, younglings. That is why we haven't taken our land back yet."

*The trolls listen with awestruck eyes.*

"And when the time comes you strike them down?!"

He nods, "We will overrun them, like vines over a crumbling tower. Dhunia claims all in the end."

"That time isn't now though, but I want you to tell the elders what I told you today. I want the elders to tell everyone. I want every brother and sister in New Katrena to know that our time is coming."

*The trollkin seem excited.*

"We will tell them all!"

*They run off into the streets heading southward.*

Korb watches with quiet interest.