Either the gnomes have made themselves a battering ram, or there’s a cave Troll out there!” “It wouldn’t be a cave Troll. They hate the smell down here. Sewer Troll, maybe,” Eastwood said. “Thanks, Mr. Monster Manual,” Ree said, short temper unleashing the full power of her snark. “How does this help us not get dead?” Beat. “It doesn’t,” Eastwood admitted. “Then I don’t need to know.
