The huge mountain troll had been listening to the story from his cave underneath. He remembered the event like it was yesterday, even though he could not count the winters gone by since then. Disgusting little humans coming around to steal his gold.
“Once upon a time…”, followed by lies, lies and other lies. “The greedy troll”, they said. That smelly little human described as a hero.
That much he could handle. It was the end. The end were that little brat supposedly had fooled him, even slayed him. Him, the King of the mountain, tricked and murdered by a human? He felt his blood boil in his veins of anger…
-Hey! I’ll make you a deal, said Espen from the troll’s hand. Let’s have a singing contest. If you can sing louder and stronger than me, we’ll not only let you eat us, but we’ll even prepare ourselves as the most pleasant meal you’ll ever have. You see, I’m the head chef of the King’s kitchen, and these two are my main assistants.
-What? We’re not – Ouch!
The Ashlad kept talking as his brother Per held his leg. -If you lose, well, you’ll just eat us as you always eat humans.
The troll rubbed his beard for a long while. He tried to figure out why the little creatures would go into such a bet, but soon he forgot all about it. He did want to find out what kind of meal these three cooks could create…