Greywood

I crouched near the river, trying to clean off the knife. I never really admired its properties; the sharpened edge, the refined metal, the inscribe letters, and the glimmer of the moon off the side in the water. Each time I clean it, it almost becomes more beautiful than the last time I used it. I sheathed it, and began to wash my hands. Blood covered and the stank. So much blood, I was slightly surprised, yet I knew it was necessary. It was easier to drag once I had cleaned it. I let my brother and Wallace skin the thing. I sat near the fire wondering about the deer. I looked down at the rock I was about to pick up. My hands, they were still stained with blood. They didn't smell as bad though. I pulled out my knife again. Who am I kidding, it was a dagger, a large one too. I'll never forget what the King named it before I left the city...
"No, no. It's a spice ya idiot"
"Well how was I supposed to know?"
"Then don't mix it with the leaves"
"You smoke too much, Ber." He just looked at me. Then I at him, then both of us at Wallace. We couldn't hold it in. Wallace let out a bellow that rivals most call horns. Usually we try to stay quiet in the woods, but Echad Sul was usually a peaceful place. We could even start a fire on the open field, if we were in an open field. And then it hit me, well, grazeed enough to need to wrap it for the bleeding. I saw the glimmer of its eyes from the fire. I let go of an edged dagger. I had to have hit him because the second arrow hit several feet above my brother's head.
"Goblins!" cried Ber. Wallace grabs his bow and lets one off. There was a great, deep cry as the ground shook.
"This isn't gonna be easy."
"Never is. Take the North, Ber and I will take big, ugly there"
"But I hit 'em first?"
"You *always* hit them first, and you miss!" He was gone by that time, but we could hear the clash and cries as Wallace's blade began to fell them all one by one.
"So how do you want to do this?" Ber asked.
"You shoot, I climb."
"By all means, but you'll regret the smell"
"Hey you two are the married ones, The King sent me out here to help, not look or *smell* nice"
He had put two in its chest before I had reached the beast. I grabbed on to make-shift club, I guess you could call it. Trolls never really were that bright, just smart enough to know to hit the taller creatures on the ground, and not their goblin allies. Of course even then their eyes aren't too good. Dawn would be nay but in the next hour. The morning had gone well until now. Nice crispy bacon, eggs, a few biscuts, and some ham for Wallace. He says it reminds him of home. But from the sound of things, I think the goblins upset his plate of ham, they seem to be dying quicker as Wallace's shouts grow louder. Then It all stopped suddenly. Ber glanced at me and I at him as I attacked the troll from behind. Our shouts grew stronger as did our attacks on the beast. Then suddenly we knew Wallace had merely finished off the goblins. There was an elegantly carved spear sticking out of the trolls neck. I grabbed it and thrust my sword into its mouth and threw the head.
"Ahahahaha!!!" Ber and Wallace began to laugh after I had got up from under the hand of the Troll. I was black, completely black, save my face and head.
"I told you that you would smell bad afterwards"
"Ya didn't *have* to hit him with the spear, he spewed blood everywhere! I think even The white lining in my boots are black!"
"And how would you have pulled off that fancy manuver with out the spear in his neck?"
"Oh shut up!" Ber and Wallace gathered up the campsite as I finished drying near the river. My clothes had finally dried off as well. I had suited up again and Ber put out the fire. We headed for the nearest out post of the Free Peoples...