Avalanche Troll

THE WILDS

In the high passes above the Pale Reach, the trolls learned what the mountains learned: that everything eventually comes down. An avalanche troll sleeps as scree until something warm crosses its slope, then arrives all at once, the way winter does. Old muleteers of the trade-roads paid them toll in salted meat. There are no muleteers now, and the trolls have compounded the arrears.