The Troll Under Death Bridge

Coen the barbarian meets his brother-in-law under death bridge. The troll's wife glowered at coen and this he propelled forward, a scowling smaller edition of him clutching a junior version of his club. Is my lad, scree the real chip off the old block? said the troll. Going to take on the bridge when i'm gone, ain't you scree? Look, lad, this is coen, the barbarian, what do you think of that? Eh? On our bridge, we don't just have rich, fat, soft, old merchants like your uncle pyrites gets, said the troll,. We have proper heroes like they used to in