Bridgit’s troll escort led her out of the hut and into the morning light. The surrounding huts and shacks were all crude and weathered, but it was the other trolls that set her nerves on edge. They looked starving! It would take some real swaying to keep her head on her shoulders.
“Here we go, mon,” the troll tugged her chain and led her to the steps of the temple. It looked like it must have been built ages ago. The stone blocks were built into the mountain behind it.
I sure hope they take the bait… the young dwarf lass swallowed the lump in her throat and hobbled toward the oldest troll she had ever seen. The withered husk of a shaman peers at her through a pair of cloudy eyes. He gestures to the escort, who then shoves Bridgit toward the elder.
“All right, all right. No need to get pushy,” she scowls back at the escort before remembering her potential imminent demise. Right. As the elder staggers toward her, leaning heavy on his cane, he reaches a wrinkled, shaky hand toward her face.
“Wot chu bring me, mon?” the elder croaked, laying his three leathery fingers across the dwarf’s impish face.
“It be our captive,” the escort began, gripping Bridgit’s chain tightly. “You tink she be good for eatin’, elder?” The elder slid his hand down the dwarf’s neck and grasped a handful of one breast.
Cheeky bastard… she hissed. Realizing he was sizing her up for slaughter, the cunning dwarf immediately sucked in her stomach as much as she could as his hands slid beneath her bosom. Holding her breath, she saw a deep frown settle onto the elder’s face.
“Wot is dis, mon? She ain’t even got any meat on her bones!” the elder coughed and waved the escort off dismissively. “Ya might as well feed her to da raptors!”
Bridgit’s eyes widened in a panic, and she pulled at her chains. “Wait! Feed me!” she cried out. The elder paused and looked her up and down through that glassy stare.
“We ain’t got enough food for ourselves. Why we be feedin’ you, little one?” the shaman leaned on his cane, looming in close to the dwarf’s face.
The rogue pats her relatively flat stomach. “I’ll get fatter than the biggest boar you’ve ever laid eyes on!” she nods emphatically. The elder taps his chin in thought and nods his head to the side in consideration.
“We do got da berries and fruit. Ya eat those things, mon?” the elder’s eyes peered at Bridgit, and she forced a wide smile.
“You bet! I’ll eat just about anything. Give me food and you’ll have to roll me around the village in no time,” she laughed lightly, struggling to make it sound legit.
“Okie dokie,” the elder nodded and flicked his wrist, waving the Dwarf and her escort away. “Ya got a week ta put on twenty pounds,” the shaman added after she began to turn.
A soddin’ week?! Bridgit’s eyes widened with fear. “Y-You can count on me…” Even if she managed to put on that ridiculous amount of weight, she’d be severely handicapped in escaping the village. Dwarves carried their weight well, but every pound of fat was worth one-and-a-half of every human pound.
The elder, pleased to hear that, nodded sagely. “If ya hit that mark we’ll keep ya around to see how big ya get, mon,” the shaman gave her a devious grin, but Bridgit couldn’t argue.
“Aye, consider it done,” she spoke flatly, defeat swallowing her whole. Eating would be her only salvation until she could escape. I’m gonna be bigger than a damn zeppelin...
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