The first thing I saw was a mottled green face half a yard wide staring through the broken window. I said something intelligent like, "Gleep!" The face grinned. It was a groll, a hybrid of human, troll, and the Beast That Talks that is never named in polite company. I grinned back. Grolls are slow of wit and often quick of temper.
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