The troll grunted as it roamed the empty wastelands. Hungry and dishevelled, it raised its head and sniffed the stale air, looking for fresh prey. There was a time when the air here was rich with the fragrance of moist, Mo'ron shit. But no more. Now what was once an abundant hunting ground, is scattered with only the carcasses and dried watering holes of times past. The occasional Mo'ron still wandered into the badlands, but these were weak and slow, and the troll gained no pleasure from those kills. Settling it's steely gaze once again on the Mo'ron merchant it had been tracking, the troll tried to push the memories of plump, prancing Mo'ron from it's head. Not much meat on this one, but it would have to do. Shouldering it's club, the troll set off, although, with a fresh weariness now nagging it's limbs.
....and roam the troll must, for: https://images.encyclopediadramatica.com/images/c/c2/MordorRoll.jpg
You should not sell it for 8k until it's a little spoilt or broken. I'd suggest you to sell the 6 month old for atleast 9.5k.
