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
spelunker
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.
SNIFF. WHO GOES THERE!? get the turtle before he sees us I SAID WHO GOES THERE!!!!!!!  i am  harry a spelunker i have a turtle as a peaceful offering. i am a bit lost SPELUNKER. What a funny little word! we do the kings bidding and bring him treasure, i taking this bone as a souvenir