MonstaJam

This troll, he's odd. No, odd's the wrong word. Broken. Yes. He's broken. His eyes are dull and stare blankly ahead. There's nothing about him that seems to recognize emotion. He looks up at you, silent, almost void of life. You see his eyes blink, once, twice, three times, before you stand up and turn to the man behind you. "This one." "Are you sure, there are plenty of better trolls, I assure you. This one's slated for slaughter in a day. Here," he placed a hand on your back, "let me show you to some other trolls, I'm sure you'll find another." You disagree but follow him anyways. You pass by rows and rows of cages. Some are better kep