The Troll and His Boss Can Keep Us Safe

Nezzie's wand was gone, along with all the gear that both of them had carried. Her captors were a pair of giant ogres with musseles like ponscum scraped over boulders. She tried to prepare some magic of her own, but her heart was hammering and her nerves tight and shaky. The noise went on for at least a minute before nezzie realized that crush wasn't yelling in rage. He was laughing. Did you hear that one, smush? She might be a long lost niece or something. I'd rather have a pixy pie than eat a dwarf. We can invite these two to dinner. How's that sound?