Aftermath of Stuff of Nightmares Edit

The ancient gruff flitted around the troll, evading every swat like a grumpy fly. There were several times when I thought for certain that the tiny goat had been crushed by the onslaught of Blabbersac, but he kept getting back up, brushing off the attacks like nothing had happened... like some necromantic energy was animating him...
— The field report of Breinholt, apprentice shepherd