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
the troll
a captured knight
I was captured in the most recent battle.  I am lucky to still be alive.  I have to escape soon.
Oi there, you, troll! You gonna let me go soon, eh?  Eh, we will see about that. See? What's there to see?! Gah, this place reeks of meat! Haven't you heard of cooking your food? You know COOKING, like boiling, mashing, puttin' in a stew? Cooking? Teach me to cook and I will let you go.