Covered with rotting meat from nearby wildlife, the Troll's lair reeks of death.  If the stench alone wasn't enough to scare off an unfortunate travelers who stumbled upon it, the bones of unlucky spelunkers would be.  The Troll places his spoils near the numerous stalagmites on the damp cave wall, his red eyes patiently scanning the dark cave interior for anything that may disturb his isolation.
The Troll's Lair, Cave
a captured knight
the troll's spouse
My troll husband. He vomits acid. He eats villagers. I adore him. What a catch.
You fool  There is no escape. My husband caught you especially for me  Ha! Did I say escape? No, no. I meant that I wanted to gift this club to you. A lovely lady such as yourself deserves only the best clubs.  What game are you playing, knight? I don't trust you  I only speak the truth. And I see what appears to be a fine young woman being forced to live in filth and squalor. What you call filth I call pleasure   That's how it is, then? I will destroy you, foul beast! You bore me  How are you going to destroy me when you are tied up  You don't win by not thinking positive, you know? Whatever gets you through the night. You'll be delicious breakfast in the morning  Breakfast. My favorite meal of the day. I think I'll feast on roasted troll in the morrow. It's time for you to be quiet  My husband will be back soon What, afraid that he might see that you're not able to control your meat?