"No, I am managing alright,, thank you sir..!" you reply and walk quickly away from the very hairy and somewhat large build of a man.
"I insist little lady!" the oversized troll looking man took one step to your four steps and swooped up your pack.
"Give that back!" you say in the most threatening and deepest voice that you can muster up.
The troll just laughed, amused by the skinny little girl and her squeaky girlish voice. He then turned and shook the pack so that it spewed out its contents on the dimly lit ground between the two of you. A bra, pair of panties, the blue dress that the old woman had packed and a gleaming white gown fell to the ground. You are as surprised to see such a beautiful glistening white gown as the Troll man was.
"That's not mine,, none of it is!" you screech at the him and step back.
The troll bends down, picking up the gown in one hand and the amply large bra in the other and says "It seems to me that this shiny garment should belong to a princess or something.." the he looked at his other hand holding the silky white bra and then at your breast armor plate and said " but this I see must belong to those perky taunt melons you have shielded there." and smiled.
The whole situation seems to be going in a bad direction, so thinking quickly you decide to.................
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