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The next day I approached Sten Stoutarm who had a few more things for me to do. First, I had to deliver a letter to another dwarf inside the large building behind me. Second, Sten wanted me to kill some nasty creatures called Troggs. I remembered their putrid stench from my previous engagement with the wolves. I headed inside the building, and the Dwarf there seemed as if he already knew me. He took the letter and spoke as if I was a warrior. He must know something I don’t. A warrior? Well, I didn’t seem to have any trouble killing those wolves, maybe he was right.
Outside I ran down the path to confront the Troggs. These creatures were disgusting. Their bodies were filled with oozing, puss filled blemishes, and they smelled like rotting fish mixed with bile. After a short, bloody skirmish I had killed the sixteen Troggs of varying size which were required from me. I delivered my bounty and got some new armor.
Once again I felt a rush of envelop me. I felt slightly more powerful as it dissipated. I must have more..
