The elder called one of the Trolls over to speak with Dominic, who had to try hard not to laugh at the eager trot the mountain of a troll jogged over at.
He had a smile on his face like he had just won an award, and he eagerly shook Dominic's much smaller hand in both of his own.
"Wavemates, I'm glad to meet you. The other trolls told me that you were good. Do you have work? You have work, right?" He asked.
"Indeed. I have work. I would like you and all your guard friends to come work for me at the Manor. You can be my personal guards, and help in the garden, and play with the goats." Dominic agreed.
The Elder laughed quietly as the troll clapped. Dominic knew just how to handle the Mountain Trolls.
They were a bit simple, but they loved nature, and had an odd affinity for mountain goats, who shared their home territory. The trolls were vegetarian, so the goats were neither a threat nor a food source, and they often became friends.
