Rise of the Fallen Son-in-law

Chapter 19: Caged with foot in mouth

One troll in particular caught his eye - it was taller and smarter-looking than the others, and its cold, calculating gaze sent a chill down his spine. This was no ordinary troll - it was the leader of the pack.

The troll bowed deeply, its hands pressed together in an almost mocking gesture of respect. "I am Wyatt Turnstone, and you are now my prisoner," it said, its voice smooth and self-assured. "You may have bested me in battle, but you will not escape my clutches so easily."

The troll village was a collection of ramshackle huts, haphazardly constructed from branches and leaves. It was a grimy, squalid place, and Markus could feel the eyes of the other trolls upon him as he was dragged through the muddy streets.

"Unhand me, you fools!" Markus snarled, straining against his bonds. "Or the gods themselves will smite you where you stand!"

Wyatt and the other trolls laughed uproariously, their cackles echoing through the village. "Oh, you amuse me, prisoner," Wyatt said. "You're nothing