He comes and goes as he pleases, always has. Sometimes he's up in the snow country, sometimes down here with us Woodland Trolls. amd sometimes no on sees him for a generation or more. He's old as the mountains, a drifting shadow who speaks with a voice of stone! He keeps to himself, but always leaves some trace of his handiwork where trolls can find it and learn!
There's no one to equal him as a weapons maker! But he's crazy you know, not right in the head! Must be his mixed blood!"
"Dreamberry Tales" by Wendy and Richard Pini