Two hours until dawn. Sitting in a wooded glen at the base of my mountain I silently rest, gazing through the darkness. It is a favorite spot, concealed under sparse pine branches and overlooking a stretch of ancient mountain trail. Slowly, delibrately I sweep my heavy lidded eyes across the trail towards the jagged mountain base. Rival trolls covet my territory with intense jealousy. The mounain is abundant with deep complex caves and passageways. I maintain vigilance. A shadow shift, movement at a cave entrance. My eyelids snap wide awake as the pupils contract. It is a mounted horse. Rage explodes inside of me at the thought of a human tresspassing in my home. I wait and watch intensely. The human slowly emerges from the cave and begins a slow descent cautiously down the old mountain trail. I smolder with anticipation and silently prepare for my ambush. I have launched countless attacks from this perch, launching myself out of the brush and onto the path in seconds.