The river is small and winding and hard to see because there are no lights within its' location. The river has many colorful rocks and gems.
the underground river, Cave
fisherman
troll
I am a big hairy troll that lives under the bridge. No one dares to come this way out of fear. I am not necessarily mean, but people won't see me that way. The way I look is scary, but that is not my fault. I only want to be accepted by everyone.
Grrr, garble, wog. What brings ye to my underground river? I'm but an 'umble fisherman in search of 'umble fish, your worship. So ye say! But my giant club might tell otherwise, after I hit ye about with it! Now now, frowny troll, there's more than enough fish to share between us. Gimme that back, ye wild-eyed man of fish! What are ye doing in me river? Very well, but play nice good troll! I brought you a polishing cloth, so that ye might maintain your rocky hide's sheen. Ah! So nice, so nice! Makes me rocks shiny new. Did you bring fishies? I'm on me way, I'll be sure to bring ye some fish when I've caught some. The least I can do, for the honour of fishing in Your Trollship's river. Ye may club them on the head. Fishie fishie make good breakfast! Why thank you, this will be very handy! I'll keep it in my giant pouch. I see fishie fishie! Get him! In the river! I'll have to set out my nets first. Let just put my giant pouch in my pouch of pouchs.