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
I am the troll who patrols my territory, on the lookout for weary travelers. My appetite for mammals and trinkets is voracious. I am foul smelling and large, but surprisingly agile.
Knight. What do you want?  I am here long time and I am hungry.  Well, there's some rotten meat right over there. I'd be glad to share with you. thank you I figured you wouldn't be able to handle it. Maybe I was wrong. it is raw meat and I can`t eat it . is there any fire around ? So, it is as I believed. If my meat isn't good enough for you, then you can be hungry, Knight. I also missed my family and friends. do you have a family ? or any friend I ate them. Maybe you could be on the menu. but you are alone now. you don`t have anyone to talk.  I don't like to talk. You're lucky I have meat. Go on, get out of here. I can't eat you anyway, you're just bones. I will leave now.but thank you for freeing me. if you need a friend , you can come and talk with me