The Troll With a Whip

Coen's horse emerged from the gloomy woods on to a bleak, wind swept moorland. It plodded on for a while before saying, all right, how much did you give him? 12 gold pieces. Coen lit another cigarette and coughed. His eyes watered, going soft in the head, yes. But i always thought there'd be some more. Edges, how old ar you said the horse? DunnoOld enough to know better then, yes, right. He sighed. I wonder what happened to em all you said, the horse, yes. The troll grinned at cohen: "I can't remember his name"