The jungle. Even as the sun was set, the heat was oppressive. Added with the weight of the air, it was enough to bring the weaker races to their knees. But not my children, she thought. This is where my children belong, she finished. Yes that was how she thought of all the trolls. Her children, her people, to be taught, instructed, and punished as her masters saw fit. It was here in the jungle that they first sought her out and here was where she felt closest to them. Reaching the young girl Clypsazu drew her dagger and begins to speak to the terrified child.