Ødger the troll is writing poetry in runes on a bolder by his house which is built into a cave. The front door of his house opens into a garden filled with a variety of herbs and vegetables. The unprepossessing, moss-covered giant is a strange juxtaposition in such a peaceful scene. You remain still and quiet in the forest undergrowth, but the troll spots you and freezes, exclaiming, Oh my! A stranger in the garden of a troll! What brings you here to this remote glade?
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