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's spouse
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.
What are you doing here? Can't you see I am working on my patroll/ But I brought you your lunch.  That is ok No! You don't get it until you apologize. Ok. I am sorry honney.You know I love you Good. Now what have you done today? I patrolled the territory on the lookout for weary travelers Well I wanted to help you out a little and found this on the way. What is this? This is rotten.and why this place stinks so bad? This ones fresh. Not my job to clean your workplace. I will make you your job Don't threaten me Herald. 