*Tod reports to Kit in Haven* Hiya! I wanted to feed some cows since I just had a pie an' I wanted some milk... but there's no cows! There's no chickens either! What if someone wanted eggs for breakfast? There's no chickens for eggs then there must be no way for eggs which means no eggs for breakfast which means you start off badly and then that's contagious an' it'll just keep spreadin' so ev'ryone will be ticked off an' then some accidents will happen an' that'll mean people will get even more ticked which means that there'll be chaos! which could mean that the gnolls could hear about the disorganization an' then they'll attack. So I suggest watchin' over the live stock, thanks!
*Passing by, he hears the reports and shyly replies* Ohhh... ahhh.. hummm... the Troll - was it a troll? - was really difficult to kill so... we had a little troll in the village and... hummm... it tried to by friendly with one cow, then with the second cow, then with all the chickens, then it decided to return in its cave... I decided to call him george. // Imagine Phobo trying to survive and running as mad and trying to send all his lightning and strikes and slash when he could and not be able to get rid of the troll - which vanished by it-self after an amount of time. In the meanwhile it has killed all the animals. Sorry Phobo