In the third year of the reign of king Humbarton the First, known locally as Humbarton the Cruel, near the settlement of Wolfberry Farm located above the falls of The River Hardbye, a peasant with the martial name of Hector smoked a troll from its lair and together with a mob of angry townsfolk who had lost various livestock and kin to the depredations of the vagrant troll, slew the beast, dismembered it and fed the pieces into the fire. Hector had the good fortune to be the only one bold enough to enter the foul beast's underground lair once the smoke abated and therein he discovered beautiful maiden. Exactly what transpired next is a matter of some debate, but Hector emerged alone and in possession of a goodly suite of armor and a determination to set right the wrongs of this world, gaining gold and glory aplenty through his labors.
A few spoken lines may excite our imagination and set the stage for action to come. The art of saying enough, but not too much can be elusive.
I think I will end this post here.
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