"Questions!" Ryk screamed at the top of his lungs, this continued for about three seconds before he stopped, staring upwards. An awkward silence fell. "Fine, I'll ask you some questions, bloody t**t. What the hell was so important to you, that I had to leave behind the splinters-" He trailed off continuing to cry, it soon turned into all out bawling. "My SPEAR!"
Thousands of questions went through the lumberjack's mind, questioning if whether or not the man before him was real. Could he truly trust the eyes, the eyes which had in the past made him believe his wife the most beautiful woman he would ever see, ever know. Disillusions rose everywhere, why does he work? Every ounce of his being started to crumble, still a shallow hull of a Troll Ohll knew there was one important question to ask. "Ohll leave now?"
